good-bye sweet, sweet woman.
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now, to the gym with you, screams my inner little mongol, whipping my ears with crop and charging about on his trusty, if not tiny, little pony. at least he be not wagglin a rusty sword, or pinpricking my face with sure and true shots of his ancient bow. I better get on, b4 he gets ....
serious. Maybe more later ?!?!?!?
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actually, in truth, i lied.
he;s not a mongol, he's a barbarian viking hordesman, he just like to play dress up sometimes, and he got a discount on funny fumanchu mustaches at the $.99 store. racist bastard sometimes, but eh, he gets the motivations up in arms...
And i think i came equipped with one, and a bunch of other plug ins at the factory, problem is they had to sacrifice wetware space, like memory, and they nearly totally overwrote the math skill base protocols in an errant all nighter FPS LAN marathon.
Oooopsie
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oh, one more thing.... twas a goodly workout, as these things go, and as happy as i am now, i'll probably feel like a truck hit me come the morning. Yes, this is good.
loves and 's and good night, and shutthefuckuperen.... 
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ok, seriously, Last f'n edit.
funny thing bout work out days, i eat like a madman, or worse, like me ten years age ( a young madman, skinny and capable of devouring geological features). However. I'm still no good cook. Rice was too hot (temp) lil chicken wingy things were spicy. milk is good, praise milk, all hail the moojuice.Now i'm off to book-land, or sleep-land, or prone and immobile-land. whatf'neverland, away fromthe computer land, shut up crazyboy land, just on the other side of the ....
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now, to the gym with you, screams my inner little mongol, whipping my ears with crop and charging about on his trusty, if not tiny, little pony. at least he be not wagglin a rusty sword, or pinpricking my face with sure and true shots of his ancient bow. I better get on, b4 he gets ....
serious. Maybe more later ?!?!?!?
------------------
actually, in truth, i lied.
he;s not a mongol, he's a barbarian viking hordesman, he just like to play dress up sometimes, and he got a discount on funny fumanchu mustaches at the $.99 store. racist bastard sometimes, but eh, he gets the motivations up in arms...
And i think i came equipped with one, and a bunch of other plug ins at the factory, problem is they had to sacrifice wetware space, like memory, and they nearly totally overwrote the math skill base protocols in an errant all nighter FPS LAN marathon.
Oooopsie
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oh, one more thing.... twas a goodly workout, as these things go, and as happy as i am now, i'll probably feel like a truck hit me come the morning. Yes, this is good.
loves and
's and good night, and shutthefuckuperen....
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ok, seriously, Last f'n edit.
funny thing bout work out days, i eat like a madman, or worse, like me ten years age ( a young madman, skinny and capable of devouring geological features). However. I'm still no good cook. Rice was too hot (temp) lil chicken wingy things were spicy. milk is good, praise milk, all hail the moojuice.Now i'm off to book-land, or sleep-land, or prone and immobile-land. whatf'neverland, away fromthe computer land, shut up crazyboy land, just on the other side of the ....
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ohhhh, how i love the workoutness. and you must fuel the mongols ~ they'll not cotton to a diet, oh no. however, you need a decent cook. i'll be right over.