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I'm camped in EC right now. Should be able to get online in 3.5 hours. (character is: Baalzy)
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Woot!!!
I'm at the EC tunnel, but won't be on until around 10 pm-ish EST. I enjoyed your thread, was fun to talk about a sandwich shop I've never been to. And while I love prizes, obviously you don't owe me anything. I currently play one toon, Lumbo, and he's a stein chasing lowbie, if you decide you want to award me something. Thanks man. Cheers!
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You can have Spitty's reward of 1k.
Sound good?
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Did your Night Club have Merry XMas stickers all over it? Cause mine sure did.
Happy *burp* holidays.
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It did.
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#38
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Sounds great, thanks again!
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The last time I got Jimmy John's I got a Bootlegger Club (because it's the best), my wife got a Turkey Tom, and we of course got cookies because I am fat.
After about 8 minutes of it not being at my doorstep I started to get worried. My stomach was growling and there was no food to put in it. I started pacing rapidly. 15 minutes. What devilry is this? JJ's is the lamborghini of sandwich delivery. My knees were weak. 60 minutes later and no sandwich had arrived. I called Jimmy John's to ask just what in the fuck was up. They had delivered my sandwich. Impossible! Where was my meal?? I crept up the hill to the Court sharing the same name as the Lane I lived on and spied into the kitchen window. There on the table was a bag of Jimmy Johns, fully emptied - 8 cookie wrappers strewn about with a mess of crumbs trailing away. I never knew what happened to the Czarbotzki's that lived up on that court. Some say they died in a terrible accident, some say they just moved back to Poland. But don't get in the way of my JJ's. | ||
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