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Whynatte attacked NYC like a band of lucid gipsy’s this past weekend, but we had to get to NYC somehow. That “somehow” ended up being a dagger flight at 7am. When I heard Orion telling me to wake up, I was about 2 seconds away from stabbing him in the eye with a rusty fork.
FYI, I keep a rusty fork on the bedside table.
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jesse
Hello, I'm one of the co-founders of Whynatte, and currently handle the marketing, branding, and business development. I also handle the mail room, the black market primate side-operation, and most of the shipping and receiving. A little of this, a little of that. The fact that you're actually reading this indicates that you've lent us your time, and have an interest in Whynatte. Thank you. It's the gazillion people who've supported us along the way that make the difference. See you around....
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You were jiggling all over in that chair too, Jesse. That device was a vaccation in it self.
obrian, twinkle toes!