[outside your mess hall at breakfast this morning.]

Jan 24, 2009 18:18

Given that I am possessed by the overwhelming urge to tell random strangers to get off my lawn it must be new arrival time.  Again.

I'm sure someone's told you about the cabins, and how you should probably bully, lie or steal your way into one, that personal time is a dream and that you're going to miss sugar.  You probably even know about the gorillas. I would hope you knew about the gorillas at this point, as they want to meet you. Every single bloody morning.  And they don't care if you've been up all the night -- I can tell you that from personal experience.   As for everything else, the rest will come in time -- I've been here since August 2007 and I like to think that I've seen almost everything.

Now.  If anyone could tell me what the hell the zombies are doing smoking tea leaves, I'd be much obliged.  How did they even build the apparatus for that?  They don't have hands or eyes, so hand-eye co-ordination is out.  There's the opportunity here for a object lesson about addictions, but I'm honestly just appalled that they're getting high on, of all things, Earl Grey blend.
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