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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 24, 2007 18:02:55 GMT -5
Those days are gone and now it seems As if I'll get some rest
[/b] She said simply raising and eyebrow and folded her arms. "Never mind the social and logistic problems a world owned my a coffee corporation would impose." Brodie sat there and chose to ignore Brendon, and instead she let her hip dig in to him, that would teach the boy a lesson about women. She smiled, holding her hand over her heart and pulling a cute face - which she didn't really do either. "Awww guys." She said laughing slightly. "You guys make my heart go fuzzy I loff you all too! She said half expecting the lot of them to pounce on her, while at the same time she prayed they didn't because that would hurt and poor Brendon would take the brunt of it, as much as they took the piss out him, the poor boy would snap under everyones weight. "You lot are the best shiz fo'sho' ya get me?"[/blockquote][/ul][/color] But now and then I'll see you again And it puts my heart to the test [/size]
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Post by Jon Walker on Apr 24, 2007 18:54:50 GMT -5
"Well I just want coffee, no matter who's controlling the world or whatever. I mean, Bush is the president and he's putting the world into a bunch of turmoil. I'm still drinking coffee. I mean, like if Starbucks ran the world and forced everyone to drink coffee then it'd be a happier world, because everyone would be hyper and happyyyy! Though it'd be odd to have a world full of Panic! At the Disco clones, no?" Jon said. There, rant over. Spencer and Brendon stared at him. "Wow, rant much?" Brendon said, laughing some. "And how long are you going to be sitting on me?" Brendon asked, looking at Brodie again, poking her arm. Jon took the top off the bottle of water again, taking a swig and holding it out to Ryan, who shook his head. "Suit yourself," Jon muttered, taking another drink. He looked over at the tourbus door, finding that sunlight was streaming in. It was left open. "Spencerrr," Jon said, sighing. "Go close the door, ya?" Jon commanded. Spencer gave him a dirty look and got off the table and walked over, slamming it shut. "Happy?" he asked, smirking before taking a seat back on the top of the table. "Dude, that table can only hold so much weight. I think the water bottle was enough, yeah?" Ryan joked. "And your loff makes us feel all fuzzy inside, Brodie. Like, whoa," Jon said. "I have to say, you're the best gangster around, we like, can't compete. We might as well wear sweatervests and put our noses in a book," Jon joked. Ryan stared at him. "There's nothing wrong with books," Ryan said. "And do you have a defense for sweatervests?" Spencer asked. Ryan's cheeks got a hint of red in them, and they all burst out laughing. "Dude, that's the best," Jon said. "It was for a week, ah? I lost a dare," Ryan said. "Ooh I remember that," Spencer said. "I laughed my ass off everytime I saw you," he added.
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