Cafall wrote:>inventory
A BAG FLIES INTO YOUR FACE, MAKING YOU BELIEVE YOU'VE GONE BLIND. MY GOD, MOM WAS RIGHT ALL THOSE YEARS. UPON CLOSER INSPECTION IT WAS THANKFULLY ONLY YOUR INVENTORY AND IT CONTAINS:
1X SEACATS
2X GOLDIN'S
5X 1" PIECES OF ROPE
1 X A TRUSTY STEED (XSMALL)
1X SIGNED COPY OF "GOLDEN THROATS: WILLIAM SHATNER SINGS! LIVE AT THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL".
WHERE DO YOU FIND THIS STUFF.
>disco dance II: electric boogaloo
WRAPPING EVERYTHING BACK UP, YOU BUST A MOVE OUT OF YOUR ELECTRONIC BOOGALOO STUNNING THE CROWD AND SHOWING UP THAT DAGRON GUY ANS STEALING HIS WOMEN OF QUESTIONABLE DANCE TASTE.
Shoolis wrote:>Lolita
THE TOWNSPEOPLE SMELL SOMETHING. SOMETHING WIZARDRY. LUCKILY FOR YOU, YOU ARE JUST LOOKING FOR LOLITA THE WORLDS ONLY ICE CREAM VENDOR AND YOUR PARTNER IN CRIME.
BECAUSE IF FASHION WAS A CRIME, YOU'D BE MANSON.
Blubber wrote:- hit on townspeople
THE ENSUING CHAOS OF THIS YEARS EVENT IS THE PERFECT TIME FOR YOU TO SCHMOOZE ON SOME LUCKY SWINGLES IN THIS HIP PLACE. THAT TORIZO GUY COULD DO IT LAST YEAR, SO COULD YOU. PULLING YOU YOUR BIGGEST GUNS, YOU ASK AS MANY WOMEN IF THEY'RE ARCHAEOLOGISTS AS YOU CAN, BUT NONE OF THEM ARE INTERESTED IN DIGGING UP YOUR LARGE BONE.
B-B-B-BACK THAT booty UP
