rockofages and friends
Notices
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Well alone, not counting the !dustbunnies. There are tons of those here.
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I woke up late.. for some reason I was covered in catchup. My rock on my keyboard, don't remember putting it there.. or typing "good boy"
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I think my rock talked.... But it refused to talk again, so I hit it. It hurt my hand. BAD ROCK BAD! What's with this drink? I feel kooky.
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I'm here with my rock. My rock and me. He be looking at me, oh geez oh geez.. It's actually kind of creepy now that I think about it.