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Back stage before the meet n' greet. [Jul. 14th, 2012|08:59 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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S:  [waving stick deodorant applicator] Deodorant, everybody!  Jesus!  Why is this my job?  I don't even know you people.

G:  You do now and to know us is to love us and to love us is to be responsible for us for all eternity.  Don't you think?

S:  Ross!  Get back here!  What are you doing?

R:  I'm air drying.

S:  There are people out there.  Mixed company public type people.

R:  I've got no pubes.  I'm still a child.  You can't be held sexually responsible if you've got no pubes.

S:  I'm not sure that's true or that I even know what it means, for Christ's sake.  Do you sit around and think this stuff up?  On purpose?

R: Lie around, mostly.

C:  And he does too have pubes.  They're blond and tiny, but they're there.  Soon he'll be sweatin' n' stinkin' n' oozin' like the rest of us.

S:  What?  You go over his junk with with a microscope?

C:  Not often.
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