Dear Diary, Today I was invited to a barbecue. I had spilled cofee on the directions so I was a little late.
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I ran across a little man who claimed that he was in a Live Action Game where he played a Raccoon Swahbuckler. He asked me if I was playing..I told him I was playing Pontious Pilate from the Bible.
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| What type of Furry is that? | |
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Wouldn't you know it? The prosecution had a wonderful case which I made better when I offered to poke out their eyes with my gumby eraser. I shouldn't really complain, though. It has given me enough t
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| Look the guard is nowhere around. It's either this or no more protection. | |
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| But I was just on a tour through the prison with "Up With People"! | |
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