http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/ Geeky, but not [i]that[/i] geeky. Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:34:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-9 jane Thu, 29 Jun 2006 06:05:21 +0000 http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-9 fig. I was referring to the blue girl. At the time, she had little sketches on all her posts except this one. But feel free to add your own--hasty drawing, comedic short, and otherwise. fig. I was referring to the blue girl. At the time, she had little sketches on all her posts except this one.
But feel free to add your own–hasty drawing, comedic short, and otherwise.

]]> http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-8 Ben Tue, 27 Jun 2006 02:06:25 +0000 http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-8 Pardon my ignorance...but were you referring to myself, or otherwise? And by sketch...were you referring to a hasty drawing, a comedic short, or otherwise? Pardon my ignorance…but were you referring to myself, or otherwise? And by sketch…were you referring to a hasty drawing, a comedic short, or otherwise?

]]> http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-7 jane Sun, 25 Jun 2006 20:44:30 +0000 http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-7 YOU NEED A SKETCH HERE YES THANKS YOU NEED A SKETCH HERE YES THANKS

]]> http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-6 Ben Fri, 23 Jun 2006 05:28:03 +0000 http://www.teamdaria.com/2006/06/22/strike-7/#comment-6 You obviously have never seen me play basketball. Rather..."attempt" to play basketball. Whenever that orange ball enters my clutches, people tear their clothes, don sackcloth and cover themselves in ashes. They mourn for the disgrace that the world of basketball suffered that day, and they pray to the gods of basketball, that they shall spare them, for the people knew not the horrors (no, make that atrocities) that I was capable of. Volleyball on the other hand... You obviously have never seen me play basketball. Rather…”attempt” to play basketball. Whenever that orange ball enters my clutches, people tear their clothes, don sackcloth and cover themselves in ashes. They mourn for the disgrace that the world of basketball suffered that day, and they pray to the gods of basketball, that they shall spare them, for the people knew not the horrors (no, make that atrocities) that I was capable of. Volleyball on the other hand…

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