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[kegflipped]

welp. guess what i never want to do again?

(if you guessed going into space on a shuttle hijacked by evil russian dudes, congratulations. you're right. good job.)

since space travel's out and regular travel was never in, i need more stuff to occupy my summer. i'm running dangerously low on fun and whimsy. i'm just fixing cars every day in between events that are apparently just going to end horribly every time.

suggestions? i'm willing to stoop to arts and crafts at this rate.

how y'all feel about paracord bracelets?

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[gevurah]

Are you worried?

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[kegflipped]

i guess not. not really.

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[gevurah]

You'll be fine.

If you're that concerned, you can move out, too. Frederick can refurnish with all the tacky chairs he wants.

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[kegflipped]

as hilarious as the thought of chilton alone with all those ugly chairs is for some reason... i think i'll be alright.

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[gevurah]

[ Chilton laughing alone with squigly chairs. ]

Maybe Hans will come back and it'll be the two of them with those chairs.

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[kegflipped]

they can lay in them and scowl at each other all day. it'll be great.

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[gevurah]

Yeah.

In the meantime, I'm going to have Schnitzel see if she can sniff him out. If he's around, I don't want to put any of his stuff in storage so soon.

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[kegflipped]

schnitzel can do that?

go schnitzel.

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[gevurah]

She's a smart dog.