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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:52 pm
Chexley *Collapses.* Man, I never knew making key-lime pie was such a hard thing to do. It's a whole lot harder than lemon-mereinge. I LOVE lemon-meringue. Do you make it from scratch? 'Cause if you do I love you forever even more then I already do. 4laugh
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 6:05 pm
I'll paint you mornings of gold,
I'll spin you Valentine evenings...Heavens no. Lol, I appreciate the compliment, but no. My grandmother is the one who makes it. I believe she used those frozen Marie Calendar's pie crusts, though. The filling and whipped topping is made from scratch. She adds orange juice, so it's not straight lemon. :3 Though we're strangers till now,
We're choosing a path between the stars.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 6:19 pm
I'll paint you mornings of gold,
I'll spin you Valentine evenings...Indeed, pie is delicious. :3 Though we're strangers till now,
We're choosing a path between the stars.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 6:43 pm
Yay Chex loves pie too... I should really stop this line of thought and turn on the T.V. I'm all worked up and I have no idea why.
Sorry for badly masked innuendo. Chex. mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:23 am
>< Damnit, I don't want to be up this early. The dumbass people at the unemployment office lost my paperwork, and I have to fill it out or I don't get my foodstamps on the ninth. There's already a possibility I won't get them this month, they waited pretty late to let me know they lost them. *drops a link and vanishes*
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:22 am
I'll paint you mornings of gold,
I'll spin you Valentine evenings...Mmm~ Good morning, everyone. Though we're strangers till now,
We're choosing a path between the stars.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:45 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:06 am
A raccoon (with a pocketwatch? How curious...) races through Phunkeh, glomp-huggling all and filling pockets with cookies and other goodies (as per the taste of the recipient), saying I'm late, I'm late, no time to say hello, goodbye, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!
And vanishes again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:09 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:10 am
*nibbles on the noms*
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:12 am
I'll paint you mornings of gold,
I'll spin you Valentine evenings...Lol, you two are funny. ;3 I'm off to make me some breakfast~
EDIT: I now have me some strawberry waffles. biggrin Though we're strangers till now,
We're choosing a path between the stars.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:41 am
That sounds delicious, Chex... *drool*
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:13 am
I'll paint you mornings of gold,
I'll spin you Valentine evenings...They were delicious. I haven't had waffles in a real long time, so I thought I get some from the grocery store when I went with my dad. :3 Though we're strangers till now,
We're choosing a path between the stars.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:21 am
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