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I'm kinda scared at the idea of getting behind the wheel. On the rare occasion I played racing games on X-box, I'm the person that went, 'Screw it, there's no way I can offer serious competition so I'm gonna go see how many pedestrians I can kill' . And I'll be vrooming down the sidewalk, trying to take out as many hapless civilians as I can, while the others are debating whether to be amused or concerned. :P
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Taking a cue from
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But for laffs:
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I object to this! My teeth are nothing like hers! *frowns*
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Since this post is rather me-centric, I'm gonna go for overkill. I was cleaning out my laptop and found some old clips I'd cut from the dvd of Pa's wake. This one is of us girls performing a 'traditional' dance. I won't kid you that we're spectacular, but hey. :P
( Also, the boys dance too! )
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