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This is a good day. Normally the banter 'round these parts consists of manpe lapping up his unprecedented success at typing and everyone calling me a doctor.

How great would it be if Leelee Sobieski married Jason Lee? She would be Mrs. Leelee Lee then

France is awesome.

The bolded part gave it away.

I tried my best. Why can't you be supportive?

An oldie (I heard that in year 5, lol), but still outstanding

I was bantering back! The second line of my post!

You're awesome!

If that is the case then you haven't learnt anything about me! Maybe I'll just change my name and pretend nothing happened

With SloJo or the list of funny posters?

Yeah, I fixed that.

Just because my hero is a winger doesn't mean I am. Actually, wait, it does. Keep me there, and I promise I'll attack so hard that the space-time continuum will be destroyed, and we will win the 2011 Champions League at Wembley.

In that case, I will do it in about 18 hours time.

No, damn it, I was bantering feebly by saying I was afraid.

Number 10 on that compilation is magnificent. I wish we could counter like that.

Give me a taste

That was a feeble attempt at banter

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I'm scared.

The B Word and I don't get along.

What? I mean woof, woof

How the hell did a tick get into my belly button.

It was a tick. A fucking tick, in my belly button. It had been leeching away my blood for a few days. That explains the little lump in my belly button, I just thought it was super-resistant dirt because I couldn't clean it off the last week.

I have to see Dr. Bui (no, I am not him) for my stomach bug. Inb4 WHS claims I'm Dr. Bui in disguise

Sorry Ko(Slo)Jo, I would have included if you posted here more often.