Mood: Silly
Music: Unwritten Law all mixed around in a blender...until smooth as a baby's bottom

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G'day mates,
Tis I, Jules, reporting in from an absence we've had here for a while...
Ok...like a year or so, give or take
ANYWAY- I'm here to inform you we are indeed back in business. We also have a new face that joined our team. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, deviants of all sexes (yes...), please give a warm welcome to our new inkist (or inker..or whatever you want to call it.) ~
chikuma!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, I'm taking the time to ACTUALLY put together an html project atm. I might post screenshots in my journal on =
Erriewon...give me a bit of time to work through the coding.
I hope nobody gave up on us...
I'll be on the scripts and the htmling all day. so if anybody wants to bug me, please feel free to do so.
Thanks a bunch for the support. We do appreciate it greatly.
-Jules.
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The grievance of the Fifth Decade
Is what students of syllogism used to call
An Undistributed Middle.
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eesh.
Artwork? Where?
*smack in the face* gah!
haha, your funny
*gives you a wet willy* that was funny too ^^
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To be successful at anything, you have to have the guts to be hated.
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"He's Fat, he's Scouse, he'll break into your house. Wayne Roooneey, Wayne Rooooneeey!"
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"He's Fat, he's Scouse, he'll break into your house. Wayne Roooneey, Wayne Rooooneeey!"
pretty crafty ay.
Making a double account comic team. ^^
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Carlos: I dont think I like this place...
Miguel: I dont think I like you..
Carlos: I dont think I heard that..
Miguel: .. I dont think I said it
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( . .)
c(''
Love hurts, yet we can't live without it. It's like oxygen, slowly killing us, but without it we'd already be dead.
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