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[jesjac]

Boyf: So what sport would you get your kid int-? Me: DANCE. Boyf: What about an athletic spo-? Me: DANCE. What kind of dancer are you??

[ediopologiist]

//Drabble: Prank

It began with the pants. 

It ended with Brooke’s labcoat.

What was in between, well, that’s certainly a good story to tell. Brooke glued Jack’s pants to his body, Jack retaliated by cutting half of her hair off (in revenge for his other-place hair, apparently). Brooke had needed a whole new haircut and didn’t leave the house for weeks, months-probably, after that, declaring she looked like an oompa loompa or one of those fuzzy things from Star Wars.

Then there was the incident of her somehow managing to knock him off course whenever he used his vortex manipulator. Jack aimed for the renaissance- he got Raxicoricofallapatorius. The beach- that was a surefire way to get knocked over to Antartica. Oh, and there was that time where she somehow got him to land on an altar and the natives had thought he was the gift from god and tried to sacrifice him right away (and soon found that was quite impossible and venerated him as the god of death).

Brooke didn’t mess with his vortex manipulator much after that.

But the pranks didn’t stop at all. Oh, no. When Jack dropped off an ood at her house, Brooke responded by hiding a body in his freezer. 

It’d fallen on top of him when he went to get ice-cream. That little moment had put Jack off of ice cream for months. Dead bodies in the freezer? Yuck. 

Needless to say- their prank wars were endless. Brooke smirked as she walked up to his house carrying her monopoly board. She’d switched the normal bored for electric monopoly. Ah, she wouldn’t let the game go too far. The common version of electric monopoly was only supposed to go up to a small shock, enough to make your hair stand on end.

They would see…

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my modbook's fan is just about as loud as a rocket ship.

TO SPAAAAAAACE!

[redheadedgiraffe-blog]

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Hey, it's an honest mistake.

And freebies aren't taken lightly.

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My cousin Claire is a pimp and employs many people. She keeps all the money her ho's make in her hat, that way she knows they're safe. Sometimes there is so much money that the hat springs a leak, but we usually get it patched up in no time. She communicates mostly via phone, even if you're in the same room.

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During A Severe Thunderstorm The Following Text Messages Were Sent:

Dad: I'm at Target

Me: It's the end of the world here

Dad: Not here

Dad: Oh wait, now it is

Me: It's hailing!

Dad: A meteor just fell from the sky on Route 9

Me: Aliens.

Me: It's weird because the wind...the wind is going towards the eye of the storm

Me: I don't think our mailbox is gonna make it.. it's crazy here

Dad: Some lady just disintegrated standing next to me. It was from something under the ground

Me: Maybe we should head towards water

Dad: I'm gonna pick you up. We gotta make it to the ferry.

Me: What about Molly...we can't leave her!

Dad: Aliens like cats.......for lunch!

Dad: Mummys don't.

Dad: It's crazy out now! Target's vibrating.

Me: Its still crazy here

Dad: Do you know how to fly a small plane? Between buildings?

Me: I sure do. Thankfully I took pilot lessons as an elective two semesters ago.

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I am a Law and Order fanatic. Do not get in the way of my marathons.