Randomonium
5.08.2007
Voilá! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Tilting her head to the side, Karolina studied the swaying ass of the woman walking in front of them. "I would hit that like the fist of an angry god," she announced. She took another dozen or so steps before she realized she was alone, and paused to look back over her shoulder. The rest of the group was staring at her incredulously. "What?"
Kit bounced forward and jumped on the blonde, hugging her tight. "I KNEW I'd corrupt you eventually," she crowed. "Hey Gert, pay up."
Tilting her head to the side, Karolina studied the swaying ass of the woman walking in front of them. "I would hit that like the fist of an angry god," she announced. She took another dozen or so steps before she realized she was alone, and paused to look back over her shoulder. The rest of the group was staring at her incredulously. "What?"
Kit bounced forward and jumped on the blonde, hugging her tight. "I KNEW I'd corrupt you eventually," she crowed. "Hey Gert, pay up."
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