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I'm not buying that excuse Toad ...
I met you.
At a Cellar GTG. (Dinty Moore's in fact)
Admitedly, we used to do more stuff together in the good, old dialup days ... jively, adamzion, cerberus, jerry, ruthie (TITS! (oops, sorry ruthie), russoto, editor, keymaster and gatekeeper, and a whole bunch o' folks whose names I'm not remembering very clearly. Heck, we could fill the old front section of Michael's Deli in KoP.
And Bri ... you know I'm not scared of you. We done stuff together more than once. Even things involving live ammo. Heck, we've been to each other's houses more time than I can count when you were living up here!
My big problem is my goofy work schedule. Working nights is not conducive to having even the sort of sad, demented social life of many Cellar participants. I also often don't know that I'm going to be working some weekend nights.
I need to win the lottery.
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