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[Nov. 13th, 2006|08:42 am] |
Peter got a phone call earrrrrrly Monday morning, just after his father went to 5 am mass.
"Grmb huh?" asked Peter when he picked up the phone.
( And a conversation ensues! )
((Just establishing where Peter's going to be during the holiday)) |
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| Room 421- Wednesday Morning |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:27 am] |
The sounds of a "Sexy Back" ringtone flooded room 421 Wednesday morning. After letting the ringtone go for a few seconds (Damn that song was good) Peter answered it, knowing who it was.
"Hey Quagmire!"
( Oh look! Another phone call )
((Again, establishing where Peter is gonna be next week. I'll try to post some of his drunken antics while I'm at the beach.)) |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2006|10:17 am] |
Peter woke up on Saturday morning feeling well...very Long Island. And he woke up thinking his name was Sonny. He doesn't exactly know where he got the tight jeans and leather jacket but he was very glad he had them on. He could feel the cool running through him. After slathering on a copius amount of hair gel into his hair he was ready.
Now it's time to find the rest of the Birds.
((Just establishing that Peter is indeed Sonny.)) |
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| Room 421 |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|11:00 pm] |
TO: giggitygiggity@gmail.com
CC: drymartini@gmail.com, iloveloretta@gmail.com
FROM: landogriffin@gmail.com
SUBJECT: Best. Last. Day. That. Has. Ever. Been. Created. Ever. I. Swear. Really.
( Cut for linkdrop and dirty talk )
TO: landogriffin@gmail.com
FROM: giggitygiggity@gmail.com
RE: Best. Last. Day. That. Has. Ever. Been. Created. Ever. I. Swear. Really.
( Glen Quagmire... )
TO: landogriffin@gmail.com
FROM: iloveloretta@gmail.com
RE: Best. Last. Day. That. Has. Ever. Been. Created. Ever. I. Swear. Really.
( Cleveland Brown... )
TO: landogriffin@gmail.com
FROM: drymartini@gmail.com
RE: You really need to work on your subject lines.
( Brian... ) |
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| Fandom High Lawn, Tuesday |
[May. 9th, 2006|12:15 pm] |
"Dad do I really have to go here? Why can't I stay in Quahog with my friends?" whined Peter Griffin. His arms were folded across his chest and he looked all around unhappy. His father, Francis looked stern.
"If you stay in Quahog it'll be a sure fire ticket to hell for you boy." said Francis, "I don't like you hanging around that Glen Quagmire. No good will come of him."
"Daaaaad! I don't wanna go!" said Peter, stomping his foot on the ground like a four year old.
"That's enough! Now say goodbye to your dog. If we don't leave now your mother will miss the Price is Right." Francis said. Peter's mother poked her head out the window. "If I miss my show you're gonna get it mister!"
Francis got into the car, leaving Peter alone with his dog, Brian. "I'm gonna miss you Brian. What am I going to do without you?"
Brian shrugged. "Probably end up getting arrested and have a few girls take legal action against you."
Peter laughed. "I'm not kidding." said Brian.
"Aw, give me a hug you stupid dog!" said Peter, pulling Brian in for a forceful hug. Brian pulled away quickly and straightened out his fur. He got into the back seat of Francis's car. "May the force be with you Boba." said Brian, leaning his head out the window.
"Back at ya, Han!" yelled Peter. Francis stepped on the gas and the car began to speed away.
"BRIAN! BRIAN! COME BACK!" yelled Peter, running after the car dramatically. He forgot about the stop sign at the end of the road and when Francis put on the brakes Peter slammed into the back of the car forcefully.
"Ssssss! Ahhhh! Sssss! Ahhhh!" moaned Peter, while grabbing his knee.
He'd be there for a while. |
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| VOICEMAIL |
[May. 1st, 2006|08:54 pm] |
"Hahahahaha! Oh Jon Stewart, what won't you say? Oh! The machine! Right. Uh...hello, you have reached Peter Griffin. I am unavailable at the moment. Which means that I am either in class, out with my buddies or out saving the world with the rest of my crime fighting team! Leave a message and I'll get back to ya."
"...Oh, you gotta wait for the beep."
BEEP! |
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