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I come stumbling in reeking of ale and struggling with my mistress, Gravity- who I ramble at, talk to and blame often for my woes.
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I... Drink, of course.
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Oct 4, 2020 17:27
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I flirt with the locked box.
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Oct 4, 2020 19:11
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I double my efforts (and of course, double my drinking)
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Oct 4, 2020 19:20
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If it feels right, if feels right!
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Oct 4, 2020 19:32
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"Eh? Gravity? YOU again! Well alright *hic* I'll leave this lass alone and be on my way" I drink some more.
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Oct 4, 2020 19:56
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clockwork chaos posted:>> Roz, noticing the work's been done adequately, hops into the mimicmobile and leans against the locked crate, finishing her Zlata cigar. "Aight peeps," she begins between puffs, "we got tons of daylight to burn, so pull up yer britches and let's burn rubber. Got a lot of distance to cover before the sun goes down." *Hic* More time to drink & *buuuuurrrrppp!* ride
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Oct 4, 2020 20:40
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I stumbled behind the biggest shadow I can see through squinty, bloodshot eyes in the hopes that it's a building so I can piss out all the booze I've been drinking. I balance a mug on my head and let it rip, while drinking from the other mug, oblivious to what others think. When I'm done, I stumble to the nearest pub to stock up on much needed, and very important supplies
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Oct 4, 2020 21:08
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I jump out of the pub stocked up on my much needed and very important supplies, and either A) Unload a keg of whoopass and defend my new drinking buddies and show them what they're paying for this go-around, or B) I'm gonna look like an utter rear end, but either way I'll still be drunk and shameless!
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