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Thighs of Darkness

Because someone's got to bring on the apocalypse.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Sad.

Me: Don't worry, there's plenty of orange juice left.

Ethan: I would hate to run out of orange juice while you're on your climb to the plateau of hopelessness.
Posted by M at 9:07 PM

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