Haimerej
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I hope kskboys isn't nearby.
Haven't seen him since my last goat died. Vet said he was septic from a broken hip.
I hope kskboys isn't nearby.
Please tell Me that's not because of the Squirrels.
Wouldn'ta been limited to his hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I hope kskboys isn't nearby.
N that was from the foreplay!!!!!!!!!Haven't seen him since my last goat died. Vet said he was septic from a broken hip.
Being drafted for military service.what the hell does conscription mean anyway.
aliens.Being drafted for military service.
Amber bumped Your name to the top of the list.Being drafted for military service.
Please tell Me that's not because of the Squirrels.
I fear that Our retsamypS may have been corrupted by those fiendish cutesy Squirrels and their power crazed agent of evil.Are you implying he engaged in nutted...I meant nutty behavior?
If that were true, you would be in our reality. However, I think you might have several different alternates but ain't none of them reality. Rev, you have mastered travelling between alternate fantasies.Man, am I relieved. No matter what happens today, I can be happy that I'm not a forced recruit into this army owned by a Martian gang lord. Last night I fell asleep and somehow got transported into an alternate reality. You might claim it was a dream, but I know it was real. It was too real to be fake. I got transported to work on a new colony on Mars. It was inside these huge domes. The work was really hard, but it was rewarding. We had these big stacks of steel shelves, and it was our job to stack up merchandise in them, really big and heavy stuff. There was less gravity, so that made it a little easier, but we still had to work really hard. At night we had these really plain and spartan barracks we returned to for sleep. The company provided for all our needs such as food and lodging in these barracks.
My boss was trying to get a friend back home on Earth to send him some seeds for this plant that was illegal in some places on Earth, but legal in others that he said would ease the pain of our sore muscles. We had to work really hard to get everything in great shape because later on everything had to be in great shape for the rich people who were going to be showing up from Earth to live. So then one day, my friend who was trying to get those seeds took me to the very edge of the dome to a hilly area where some super nice and beautiful cottages were built for the rich people who would be coming. We checked them out, and it looked like super luxury. But then there were these huge animals that looked like giant prairie dogs that kept chasing us around, and we were scared of being eaten.
We figured out we could hide temporarily from them under this prayer station that made everything quiet and the giant prairie dogs couldn't enter. Then to try to escape, we used meditation to float above them all so they couldn't reach us. However, then we got pulled by weird forces toward this other area where there were mean looking men with helmets. Turns out, this whole thing was a ruse to pull us toward their Martian Army conscription station. If they caught you, we would be forced into a hellish life fighting for this Martian gang lord.
Fortunately, I was really good at floating above everything and so they couldn't reach me. Then I was able to hide in this desolate place where they didn't know I was. I was trying to find my way back to the place with the luxury cottages and giant prairie dogs. I knew if I could find that, I could find my way back to the Martian company I was working for getting stuff ready for the rich people. Even if life was tough like that, it was way better than fighting in some Martian thug's army.
I was just about to figure out how to get back and how to get past the giant prairie dogs, when I was somehow transported back to this reality with my smartphone sounding. I'm not sure how that happened, but I'm grateful. I hear the fighting is really fierce between the rival gangs on Mars, and I don't want to be part of it. So, no matter what goes down today, I'm going to make sure to be grateful that I'm not doing that.
It's when prisoners go to the doctor to get meds.what the hell does conscription mean anyway.
I fear that Our retsamypS may have been corrupted by those fiendish cutesy Squirrels and their power crazed agent of evil.