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Nov. 16th, 2007 10:05 pmWell HALE-FUCKING-LUJAH. The time had come. After goddamn MONTHS and MONTHS of hobbling around the compound like he was Tiny Tim or some shit, Brodie Bruce was mobile. Sure, he wasn't one hundred percent yet, but that was beside the point here. Thanks to Doctor Hottie, the cast with the transformed DICK AND BALL DRAWING was gone, and his leg was HEALED.
With one crutch instead of two, Brodie decided to take the occasion to do the rounds that he'd been missing ever since the dino had decided that fucking up his leg was a good idea. Because damn had he missed it! He was beginning to forget what half of this place looked like.
With one crutch instead of two, Brodie decided to take the occasion to do the rounds that he'd been missing ever since the dino had decided that fucking up his leg was a good idea. Because damn had he missed it! He was beginning to forget what half of this place looked like.
