Lady Luck

MUSIC! I NEED MUSIC! Bring me the Bob Seger! I have my socks and button down shirt!

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OMG, are you wearing the socks too?

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OMG yes! For this, I wear socks!

I have shorts on though because don't even OWN tighty-whities.

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For which America thanks you.

Because the thong? Totally not my idea.

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Yeah, there, I got nothing except my sweet dance moves.

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At least it doesn't involve a hat.

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I do have a new awesome hat.

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Oh my God.

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You can't tell me it's not an awesome hat.

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You are all ridiculous, and I am going to run, because despite involvement in some small humanatarian causes of the day I do not find myself fit company for man nor beast. Nor, in select cases, those who may be both.

And though Kyle's Headpiece of Unstarched Elven Shoe may be more cunning, my dance still wins.

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Elven SHOE? It has EARS. Not feets.

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Aww, you know you love us.

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Yes. Thus why I must bid you all adieu for the night. Though my absence does not make Kyle's hat any less elven in nature.

One might even say "fey."

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That hat is far past elven. It's almost twlve.

That's a math joke. Ha ha.

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Dude. Really now.

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Do not mock my attempt at mockery! It's been a long day, and that would be far too circular.

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I know, I fought the good fight today, and got a box papercut for my troubles.

Hence the interperative dancing. Any more tension and something might break. literally.

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We all did. And nothing's broken. Call that a win.

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Dude, MY ears are pointy. Who you callin' an elf?

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It's all right, we can interpretive dance without you.

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After three hours of talkign fundraising with nonprofits, this is what I come home to?

The goggles, they do nothing!

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Join usssss, you know you want to.

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Yeeeeah, that whole me + dancing thing? Not so pretty, remember?

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It's not meant to be pretty, dude. It's just celebrating!

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Come on, it doesn't even have to be pretty. You can dance if you want to, and leave your friends behind. because if you don't dance then you're no friend of mine...

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You can Safety Dance your ass right out of here in a minute.

Hold on a moment, let me find the right hat.

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Yay, hat dance!

I need something on my head...ohh, I bet Kyle has more underwear.

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You can borrow a hat, but you are NOT using my boxers to be the underwear jester.

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Awwwwwwwwww!

*pouts*

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Dude, NO.

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Oh come on, it's not like you've worn underwear as a hat before.

And I found mine, tee-hee.

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This is different.

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You're no fun!

Something on my head, something on my head...hrm.

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Especially since I'm down here in a pair of Kyle's boxers as well. They glow in the dark.

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... I swear to God what is with the chicks in this school stealing my underwear?

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It's not like I have any of my own! And I'm dancing around in MY undies. Especially not the nonmelty ones since those aren't cute. These glow in the dark.

I wonder if Forge could make me glow in the dark, nonmelty underwear...

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Dude, when I buy underwear it is not for you to ..

no, you know, nevermind. just keep doing that.

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Hey buddy, I have never stolent your underwear. That was allll you.

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No, that was all me and Marius and Jay and Forge. Not just me.

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Way to sell us all out, Judas!

Well, aside from the fact that we all got caught.

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And I have photographic evidence

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How could I ever forget.

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And you know, the pictures.

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And there are PICTURES!

I have copies.

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You know, a lesser man would be embarassed. I prefer to think of it as "Hey, the womenfolk are collecting photos of me in sleepwear".

Okay, so it's Terry's nightgown, but still. Principle.

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It was very fetching.

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