JPdb Bar and Grill : Road Trip
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*notices that some Trents are getting high on glue* HEY!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!!! Bad clones!!!!
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*walks over to a trent clone* I like you here's some vodka *walks over to another one* Here's a Marijuana plant for you *walks over to a third* I got a marker, sniffy sniffy.
When all is said and done and the world is empty how much does it really matter the amount of money you had or what car you drove?
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Pssh. let me handle this.
*faces the trent clones and waves hand slightly while speaking*
You want to go home and rethink your life.
Trents: We want to go home and rethink our life.
*all the trents turn and jump into AR's pocket. But they all get stuck because they went in at the same time - now AR has 100 pairs of legs sticking out of her pocket*
Oh crap. Well, at least there is more room on the bus!
*faces the trent clones and waves hand slightly while speaking*
You want to go home and rethink your life.
Trents: We want to go home and rethink our life.
*all the trents turn and jump into AR's pocket. But they all get stuck because they went in at the same time - now AR has 100 pairs of legs sticking out of her pocket*
Oh crap. Well, at least there is more room on the bus!
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Okay!!!!!!! /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> *lets out one Trent*
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Karaoke time. *in a scene exactly like casablanca, the Germans sing the Nazi National anthem but are overpowered by thre French*
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arriv
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'tendard sanglant est lev
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces froces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Amour sacr de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Libert, Libert cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Nous entrerons dans la carrire
Quand nos ains n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussire
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arriv
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'tendard sanglant est lev
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces froces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Amour sacr de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Libert, Libert cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Nous entrerons dans la carrire
Quand nos ains n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussire
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!