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WELL WELL WHAT IS THIS?

IS THIS THE MOST FANTASTIC AND AMAZINGLY DEBONAIR RYOGA ECHIZEN, SETTING FOOT UPON THE HOLY SOIL OF PRINCE ACADEMY AFTER MONTHS OF STUDY AND INTENSE HARD WORK~?

>D

Kahaha!

Oh yeah. You smell that? That distinct smell of citrus permeating the air, eh?

Oh yeah baby.

That's RYOGA ECHIZEN.

Now with more orange

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Ask me 3 questions. Any three, no matter how personal, private or random, I have to answer them honestly. Then in turn, you have to post this message in your own journal.

but, in turn, I have three real good fucking questions.

1.

where is my god damn stash.

2.

where are my fucking handcuffs.

3.

where are the scissorsis my roommate.

[ooc:strikes obviously deleted.]

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Got splinters in my fingers, my foot is killing me, and my shoulders are sore. These are really obvious signs of a good night, eh? Hah! I even need to refill my mickey, or .. hey, anyone want to go get a two-four?

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So what's a guy gotta do around here to get some really get action, or maple syrup, or something of that kind. I can't even find my oranges and i could've sworn I spent as much as I could to go around to people's rooms and find out if they had them. What's the matter with this picture, eh?

I don't go through them like I do condoms..

I'm freaking out.

Where are my oranges?!