AOC: Interlude
As the remaining teams wait for Jon to chose who will get the yield, I look through envelope I had received from the Asgard Express delivery service. After finding Jon’s photo in it I was shocked. I needed to see if there were any clues to who may have sent me the photo.
Another 2 photos fell out. O that is just not pretty. I am not sure what to make of this, but I know I won’t be eating lunch today anytime soon
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Paula must have one of those Wilt Chamberlin Scoreboard Headboards. I hope the pain stops soon.
Another 2 photos fell out. O that is just not pretty. I am not sure what to make of this, but I know I won’t be eating lunch today anytime soon
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Paula must have one of those Wilt Chamberlin Scoreboard Headboards. I hope the pain stops soon.
posted by A Army Of (Cl)One at 5:28 PM
5 Comments:
*Incredulous yelp*
In New English Accent: Well, I never!
Vincent!!!!!!!!!
Well the plot grows thicker and Paula's libido is looking sicker.
I absolutely deny ever having any kind of relationship with a mechanical device. Or anything with spikey hair.
What about Ryan Sequest? or Mr. Buzzy. I am on to you ladie. Not as much as Gyrobo and Veg head, but still on to you.
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