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The Club: Flashlight Confessions

This is for when it's not tuesday, there are no batteries in the flashlight, or when we can't find the keys to HQ.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

I don't think the creaky was even chicken.
Posted by Contact: huevos@optimistico.com at 4:03 PM

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

whatever it was, it was fried, gingery, tasty and cheap.

4:11 PM
the sheriff said...

whatever it was, it sounds suspicious to me...

4:20 PM
Contact: huevos@optimistico.com said...

EXTRA CREAKY

4:33 PM
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11:51 PM

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