Been perpetrating some mischief of the most time sensitive matters today. It was freaking exhausting.
The countdown begins. Updates when the Mischief officially detonates, for the interested.
UPDATE: I is woah out, toah up from the floa up.
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| All you office are belong to us! |
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| You can't run, you can't run. Don't you know who I am? |
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| Pocket Fredward! |
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| And extra prezzies on the side. I worked really hard on color coordinating these. It's sad, isn't it? |
And that's how you do your little sister's 30th birthday up right. I may not have the oomph to pull off major coups anymore, but I can stealth up in yo shizzle and life-bomb you. There's nowhere to run. There's nowhere to hide.
Hun love. When you care to raid the very best.
Uh ooh!
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