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I've just read over my last post and have ended up partially covering my head with my hands and going no no no no no no no, oh you fucktwat wanker right on hippy bastard. And yet, it remains. Commented with very lovely comments except for JLM and now there's not much I can do to sneak words around and pretend I hadn't actually written something that Lola Granola. One wouldn't wonder long why I have I'm Every Woman stuck in my head.
You know those questionnaires that ask you what your biggest regret is? Mine changes at least twice a week, and they're usually verbal in nature.
I've just been earnestly told that gerbils originally came from Mongolia and they are known as "mini kangaroos". I mustered an "oh... aye, nice one" in response, but I can scarcely hide the horror creeping into my face as I try to work out why gerbils were brought up to me by someone wearing a leather cap and gloves in this heat. And as of two and a half minutes from now, don't look for me on the webcam at my local gay internet cafe and bookshop. I will not be there.
Furthermore, I have never heard anyone refer to a gerbil as a "mini kangaroo". I call bunk.
You know those questionnaires that ask you what your biggest regret is? Mine changes at least twice a week, and they're usually verbal in nature.
I've just been earnestly told that gerbils originally came from Mongolia and they are known as "mini kangaroos". I mustered an "oh... aye, nice one" in response, but I can scarcely hide the horror creeping into my face as I try to work out why gerbils were brought up to me by someone wearing a leather cap and gloves in this heat. And as of two and a half minutes from now, don't look for me on the webcam at my local gay internet cafe and bookshop. I will not be there.
Furthermore, I have never heard anyone refer to a gerbil as a "mini kangaroo". I call bunk.