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It's about 9 PM in the UK right now, which means that Lynnie is, as I type this, either making out with JIMMY MOTHER FUCKING URINE or being absolutely PWNED by an awesome live MCR set.
I like to think it's both, and Gerard's watching and forgeting the words to Prison because the rhythm of tongues is hypnotizing.
*CACKLES*
Sorry I had to. Forgive me? Shower?
*giggles*
Also sorry I've been acting so weird. I think it's gone now.