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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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There I was sitting beneath the sewer system drainage port. Strange as it may seem, I had once again escaped from them. I moved for a moment only to be discovered by a sensing device. Turning and darting in an hysterical run in a vain attempt to once again escape, I by chance find a long dimly lit corridor. Hearing only the footsteps of the bloodthirsty guards racing towards me from all conceivable directions, I take to the corridor in chance of possible passage. Racing towards what I find to be the end of such hope, I find myself in the midst of thousands of rows of glass cannisters. As my mind spins in an hysterical venture of freedom I spy a cannister containing the remains of a late great friend, pickled in his own juices. Rick Delmonico |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Oh! This is disgusting! Bravo!!! **applause** ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· |
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