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Nov. 22nd, 2004 09:28 pm
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Monday night at Kent St. Was that an official meeting of the League of Fucking Scrubbers, or just a casual get-together?

There's no point going out to the pub - next time, why don't we all just stay in our living room? Beer's cheaper.

sol.
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Date: 2004-11-22 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ms-kismet.livejournal.com
Dear god that was odd.
It actually started before Nicky and I turned up there which is probably more sad.

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Date: 2004-11-22 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com
Wouldn't it be more economical if we all just sat around for a weekly viewing of Top Gun and/or played some volleyball?

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Date: 2004-11-22 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-e-cat.livejournal.com
Top Gun and/or played some volleyball

or we can re-ennact the volleyball scene from Top Gun!

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Date: 2004-11-22 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com
But I've run out of pec-oil. I'll be all matte and dull when everyone's all greasy and shiny.

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Date: 2004-11-22 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tyggerjai.livejournal.com
I'm sure someone will find something to rub on your "pecs". Lard, if nothing else.

sol.
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Date: 2004-11-22 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com
Hey, you leave my rock-hard oil-deprived Cruise-worthy pecs out of this, funboy. Not a nipple shall be subjected to the Two Fat Ladies-esque tainting of beef shortening.

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Date: 2004-11-22 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-e-cat.livejournal.com
why was i thinking of jelly?

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Date: 2004-11-22 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com
Cottee's? Raspberry-flavoured?

I was thinking Crisco myself.

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Date: 2004-11-22 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-e-cat.livejournal.com
i'm a generic bland brand myself.

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Date: 2004-11-22 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com
Home Brand barbecue sauce - the ultimate condiment for smearing oneself in muck when preparing for the Ultimate Volleyball Cruise-Inspired Scrubberfest.

Or not.

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Date: 2004-11-22 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-e-cat.livejournal.com
There's a ham line here somewhere I just know it!

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Date: 2004-11-22 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maybe-0.livejournal.com
could there be a more appropriate time to test drive the Pork Corset than a game of lounge room volley ball?

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Date: 2004-11-22 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com
No, no, that would be inordinately unsuitable. Not only is the Pork Corset so rigorously stiffened and rendered quite inflexible with its industrial-strength crackling boning, but that overwhelming stench of pig would completely ruin the overall volleyball prowess/morale by making us all horribly hungry.

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Date: 2004-11-22 02:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tyggerjai.livejournal.com
lounge room volley ball
Is that what the kids call it these days?

sol.
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Date: 2004-11-22 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spark-au.livejournal.com
The AGM of the LoFS.

Performances were up; your stock has increased.

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Date: 2004-11-22 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frou-frou.livejournal.com
...and here I was thinking it was always like that....

I liked [livejournal.com profile] bunnikins line:
"I'm just going to talk to those people in the window because they're the only ones here I don't know".

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