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Aug. 10th, 2006 06:41 am*MAJORLY locked post to Hip's journal. Only the following people can read it:
gadgetqueen,
cold_hope,
slytherin_spy,
derek_bliss,
displaced_robo,
secretarybird,
_ruthven_ and
smeg4brains.
Edited to let
courtneycrumrin in on the lock. Dur.
Edited again to note that the IP address of where the journal was posted to from is HEAVILY encrypted and untraceable.
Edited AGAIN to let
mercurialnature in on the lock too. Double Dur.*
Hey, guys. What's going on in this journal?
I'm sure y'all saw Ramon's post. Here's mine: We're okay, we're in one piece, we're tired as hell, we're out of jail.
Sorry, no poetry. But I'll do a little soft-shoe for ya when I get home.
Oh, and Rimmer, if you drink all my scotch I will stick my fist so far down your gob I'll be able to rip your pants label off.
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Edited AGAIN to let
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Hey, guys. What's going on in this journal?
I'm sure y'all saw Ramon's post. Here's mine: We're okay, we're in one piece, we're tired as hell, we're out of jail.
Sorry, no poetry. But I'll do a little soft-shoe for ya when I get home.
Oh, and Rimmer, if you drink all my scotch I will stick my fist so far down your gob I'll be able to rip your pants label off.