"Oh please. There's a dog fucking a bomb in the entryway so it has to be my fault?" I glared at the man. "Why is that dog fucking a bomb, anyway?"
Indy rolled his eyes, "I should have known that was a bomb".
Tuesday
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You were missing the bombs?
You've been tag!
Yeah right.
Ha! And when I was a kid, I thought that Afternoon Delight was a song about shooting off bottle rockets.
Ha.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Nothing wrong with BB's bombs. Believe me, I'd have noticed.
Oh man, James...
I'm so glad you know better now.
;-)
Why thank you He.
My bombs thank you too.
Oh, you have NO idea, BB.
Holy shit. You do know I take that as a challenge to find out?
Poor puppy. I can't wait to see if he survives!
Bax! I actually like animals.
A gentleman never tells, BB.
Anyone seen one around here?
Hmm. Personally I like my men rough.
What are you James?
Depends upon the context, BB. Catch me at the right time, you'd better have kneepads on.
Will you bring the rope, or should I?
That looked painful.
Ah, I'm getting used to it.
But I do have one spot righ here that you could kiss and make all better...
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