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Post by King William Leverich II on Dec 17, 2012 7:20:36 GMT -5
• • • • • • • "BABADA BANG BANG BANG IT'S a hard days niiiiiight,"
[/b] Will sang at the top of his lungs, jumping around in some kind of spastic interpretive dance as he attempted singing two harmonies at once. The Beatles was playing on the CD player he had acquitted on one of his good days in town. Had he been playing much attention to himself (or if he was a sane man) he probably would have noticed the racket he was making. But, being a bit oblivious (and also not-sane) he neither noticed nor cared, and kept on singing. "YEAH!" He screamed at the end of the song, and jumped of the couch with a loud thud, playing the last note on imaginary guitar. Paperback Writer came on next and Will basically squealed, "Oh, yes! I love this one!"[/b] As if he hadn't actually known what came next on the CD already. He calmed just a little bit and stopped singing quite as loud, though still... quite loud, hopping around to the beat and simultaneously making a fruitless attempt at a little dusting. [/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote][/color] • • • • • • •
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