AI, it sounds like a very interesting story from land of the Fujiwan, but are you pitching softballs to JJ?
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A young, amnesiac alien girl known only as Princess Ai is mysteriously transported to Tokyo, Japan. With only a heart-shaped box to clue her in on her past, Ai makes her living as a rock star at Club Cupid. She falls in love with a sensitive musician, Kent, to the chagrin of Kent's gay, possessive roommate, Hikaru. But Hikaru is the least of Ai's worries when gun-toting talent agents and demons seeking to take control of Ai's homeland, Ai Land, are hot on her trail.
Well, JJ is on the ropes after my deft "Article 3" shellackings, so I'd figured, may as well extend an olive branch, and pitch a softball to him, as you say (metaphor alert!) Even so, he may be too groggy to take advantage.
Right, right. I figured you knew what you were doing.
Last night I finally got around to cracking a Fullers. I really enjoyed them. Still, there's not a single Harpoon to be found in Grand Forks County. I'll continue searching.
I first became aware of it, Mandrake, during the physical act of AI...Yes, a profound sense of fatigue, a feeling of emptiness followed. Luckily I-I was able to interpret these feelings correctly. Loss of essence. I can assure you it has not recurred, Mandrake. Women, er, women sense my power, and they seek the life essence. I do not avoid women, Mandrake...but I do deny them my essence.
Changing gears a bit, but staying on subject, what's wrong with using words that end in AI? I say, this is a conspiracy, we need to change the manuals!
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AI, it sounds like a very interesting story from land of the Fujiwan, but are you pitching softballs to JJ?
Excerpt from the link:
A young, amnesiac alien girl known only as Princess Ai is mysteriously transported to Tokyo, Japan. With only a heart-shaped box to clue her in on her past, Ai makes her living as a rock star at Club Cupid. She falls in love with a sensitive musician, Kent, to the chagrin of Kent's gay, possessive roommate, Hikaru. But Hikaru is the least of Ai's worries when gun-toting talent agents and demons seeking to take control of Ai's homeland, Ai Land, are hot on her trail.
Well, JJ is on the ropes after my deft "Article 3" shellackings, so I'd figured, may as well extend an olive branch, and pitch a softball to him, as you say (metaphor alert!) Even so, he may be too groggy to take advantage.
Right, right. I figured you knew what you were doing.
Last night I finally got around to cracking a Fullers. I really enjoyed them. Still, there's not a single Harpoon to be found in Grand Forks County. I'll continue searching.
You can find it here, if willing to travel...
Or even better, here.
Or best of all, here.
I first became aware of it, Mandrake, during the physical act of AI...Yes, a profound sense of fatigue, a feeling of emptiness followed. Luckily I-I was able to interpret these feelings correctly. Loss of essence. I can assure you it has not recurred, Mandrake. Women, er, women sense my power, and they seek the life essence. I do not avoid women, Mandrake...but I do deny them my essence.
Hey, man, I thought you was on the ropes. Were you faking it, or what?
A little distracted teaching this guy how to txt.
Changing gears a bit, but staying on subject, what's wrong with using words that end in AI? I say, this is a conspiracy, we need to change the manuals!
Have some more chai.
Don't be so gai. What about jai alai?
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