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| Wally Barrecks | November 9 2008, 08:19 PM |
Jack of Many Trades
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With drops of rain running down his face, tickling his mouth and nose, Walt raised his head, and took another swig of his drink, although most of it poured onto the curb, the water dilution changing it's color. The deer and cross on the bottle made it clear it was one of the lesser drinks on the market, rather than the 100 proof killers. "Vhere exactly is mein home? Are zere vomen zere? Walt vants sex... Ja, ja, und more party liquor.. und some ozher zhings." The scientist lazily rolled over to lay on his back, his expression almost euphoric, regardless of the exploding droplets of water pelting and exploding on his face. To him, it was images of naked angels overhead. "Could you take a step to ze left, you're blocking ze show.." Clearly he wasn't listening to Mikhos. |
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