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they were so cute. i haven't checked to see if they did any more.

fine. but if it wasn't for you we wouldn't know what those figurines were all about.

ghostrek stood nervously, 'look eddie, i have some info i dug up. i was doing my weekly analysis, and i came across something' eddie looked from ghostrek to the corner, where mirna and the dr. were sitting. 'wait a minute ghostrek, how the hell did you get here?' 'that's what i'm trying to tell you. those broken figurines were made from omega 13. and i don't know how ole frankie got his hands on this...' 'but it's not good!' interrupted eddie. what was all of this about? eddie wondered? it was at that moment, mirna screamed.

eddie jumped into his car, although ghostrek[/member] finally made it to the shack, eddie couldn't wait. he had to find dr. riviera. things were getting sketchy. dr. riviera was well known in the black market for buying hair. for hair transplants. hair fetishes, pillow hair dolls. any kind of hair. all kinds of hair. it didn't matter. some how this was connected to the 'great spill of '08' but how, eddie wondered. and another thing on eddie's mind. why were all those figurines broken like that. eddie made his way along the blvd. to the good dr.'s office. he suddenly saw something that made the goosebumps pop on his arms. on the corner, there she was mirna, but...not quite mirna. she looked like a $2 tart. and the car she was leaning in was none other than dr. nick riviera.

aw. that's very cool. i'm very jelly btw. so very jelly.

i don't know how much longer we can wait. people need to know the truth.

wait...have you always had puppy power on your thingy? because...that's awesome. also. yes, i almost rage quit because of this.

> i may just have to bust a move the next session. >

professor kitteh puffer

frankenwienerer

well...i don't see why you would be you'e a pillar of the board community. you offer insight and valuable advice. you're wise beyond compare. just...an all around good guy.

pfft we know damn well, that you wrote this right after performing the deed. we know sponges...we know.

hässlicher pullover typ

butler peppermint pants

reginald rompants

scoobdog[/member] looks like we have more work to do. >

my legs feel like wet spaghetti. i like the water therapy. but the instructor used terms for each exercise. running man. the snake. i was waiting for the hustle...never happened. >

this is no laughing matter. we have some sorted details to get to. >.>

well, i hope you had a good day. all kinds of karma. purple durple dobbly poo. you. are. a. STAR!! >

he really seems to be having a hard time staying on things.

eddie strolled up to franky, who had his back turned, tapped him on the shoulder 'franky?' frank turned with a start 'HEY..HEY! WHAT'S THE WHAT MAN? oh...OH...it's you eddie' frank stuttered. 'i don't know nothin'' eddie squinted at him, as he was pulling a cigarette out, and remember that the place was a ticking time bomb of chemicals, put it back gingerly. 'well frank...i didn't ask you anything. yet' eddie peered over franks shoulder. it looked like few of his prized half naked japanese girl figurines had been broken all over the table near the radio. 'what's all this franky?' pointing at the dust and debris. 'looks like you had a little ....accident?' franky stuttered. he had a habit of that, when he was nervous, and about to be caught in something, eddie remembered. 'it's none of your beeswax there eddie. what do you want gumshoe?' frank asked shift eyed.

eddie headed to ole frank's place. it was out on the black horse pike, off rt 322. it was a distant little shack, landlocked by other houses. but it was home to frank and his side deals. eddie got out of the car, stepping over the cases of redbull and south american shampoo. eddie knocked on the door 'open up frank, we got some talkin' to do'. but no one answered. eddie pulled out his piece. a relic from his days on the force. a .357 police issue. 'betty', he called her. got him out of plenty of jams before, and the hairs standing up on the back of his neck, told him, it was time for her to do her thing again. 'FRANK! FRANKY!! OPEN UP'. eddie tried the handle...it opened. 'not good', eddie thought, and he knew he couldn't wait for his buddy ghostrek2[/member] to show up, he had to act now.

it's very purple.

no...You want a story, YOU'LL have to wait until we can solve this mystery. It's either the flat foot finds useful information or he hits a brick wall. Be patient. In the mean time, YOU don't need to rush us...we're getting there.

> frank foreskin was his name. and he was a real piece of work. he took side jobs under the table at casinos. he was what they called a 'cleaner'. but not in the sense the was the cool type of cleaner. no...ole frank was called in after droves of frats would rent out rooms, partying all weekend, leaving rooms smelling of days old vomit, and regret. frank didn't mind though, kept him under the radar. you see frank did some time for smuggling those half naked japanese girl figurines in from canada. which was odd, because it wasn't illegal to own them, but ole frank, he like to do things the hard way. always the hard way.