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[wickedflea]

Guess what I hate.

Since you can't guess, I will tell you: I hate cool-guy handshakes. I meet some dude and he tries to give me that grasp, slap, flip, smell your finger stuff. Listen, kid, I'm not in your secret club, I don't know the password to the treehouse, and I certainly can't follow the intricacies of your peculiar handshake. Shake it like a man and be done with it, Sparky.

Yeah.

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Re: huh. "sparky."

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Glad to oblige. :)

[lastcallforcorn.livejournal.com]

what was the password to your treehouse?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

This is how lazy we were: we didn't build our own treehouses; we raided other people's! The best one we ever took over had cabinets and all kinds of stuff. It was fun until we got busted.

[lastcallforcorn.livejournal.com]

ooh, so you were a pirate! sexay!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Ahar, matey!