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Man-Hungry Conversationalist
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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 6:12 pm
He shrugged and lined up for a quick flick of the wrist, scattering the three balls. He cursed when he realized his mistake. A perfect line to a corner pocket, the cue ball near the side, and straight line, within a foot of the pocket, the two solids begging to be dropped.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 8:57 pm
Just posting to say that I am alive and will be a bit more active on this account now even though I am going for a fishing trophy on Gaidin...
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 10:06 pm
micha wached the foxs' faux pas, and her eyes widend. then she smiled. "you're losing on purpose, aren't you?" she tapped the cue and sunk the red and green into that corner pocket. the ball bounced gently off a bumper and ended up behind the blue '4'. but the angle was too awkward to hit it into a pocket. instead she hit the striped green '14' sending it into the blue which then sped for the other corner pocket with the striped ball right behind it. the solid stopped an inch away and the stripe four inches away. nearby was the orange striped '11' and the purple '7'
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:44 pm
"I never lose on purpose..." He glanced at the table and aligned a shot, knowing the best he could do is get a stripe close to a pocket. "I just set up for a miraculous come back." He tapped the cue, spinning the intended ball off to a corner, the cue landing near the center, the eight ball not two inches away.
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Man-Hungry Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 11:44 am
micha frowned at the table. the only solid that was anywhere nearby was the '1' but it was behind the '8'. "fine, i'll do it the hard way." she hit the cue ball into an empy bumper, sending it back into the fray. now it was closer to her solids. before stopping, it manged to hit the blue striped '15' making it so that she didn't scratch.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 1:30 pm
*stops drinking and begins to really watch pool game
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2005 12:33 am
H8B2K11 starts to drink a Sam Adams while watching a ball game on t.v. and watching all the people talk and hang out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 1:16 am
H8B2K11 orders another Sam Adams and wonders when something exciting will happen.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 5:14 pm
What happened to the party?
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 7:06 pm
"it died." micha runs to hide the shotgun. "now to find the murderer!!"
just then, sherlock holmes walks in. "i understand there's been a murder?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 12:49 pm
"oh no I'm starting to see people that don't exsist again, oh well more beer."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 3:51 am
H8B2K11 looks at sherlock holmes like he could be the murder him self. Then he notices that his face is hidden like he is hiding something. He thinks to him self that he needs to keep an eye on this sherlock holmes person.
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Slide Hammer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:42 pm
I will look for a good place to sit, and order something toxic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:10 am
A serving girl about 5' 3" with long silver hair walks over to Slide Hammer. She is wearing what looks like a maid outfit but it's made out of tiny creatures that crawl over her skin and shimmer in the light. "May I take your order sir?"
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Slide Hammer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:07 pm
"As a matter of fact, you may" I say. "What do you have that will peel paint off walls?"
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