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[elenwe]

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinegan
The wind came out and blew then in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

*sighs*

Comments

[turgon]

!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE BAAAAACK!!!!!!!! *hug kiss hug* I missed you. :( I've been spending a lot of time in apartment406, wanna join us all?

[elenwe]

Well, my mun has two full days of the fun-ness that is Shivah left, but I'm pretty much back. Whoever decided to make my mun Jewish was a cruel, cruel man. Oy.

Do you have a room there? Does it have a lock on the door? Are you still on that celibacy kick? Will the others mind?

Did you really miss me? Awww. *hugs*

Re:

[turgon]

Oy. *decides against bringing out the fiddle*

Yes. Yes. No. HAHA are you kidding, they're all freaking nymphos. Walls are soundproof. And I missed you more than I can say because I went insane. Now my mun is going to go add you to the community. She wants to know if you have an lj account for your mun since it's muns and puppets in one tiny space interacting together, the bunch of crazies. O_o

And I fucking missed you so much I cannot put it into words just a really loud whimpering sound. *whimper*

[elenwe]

*nods* *nods* oooh! and Oh good.

And no I dont. My mun lives in my account, so I have to put up with her family hanging around. Hence the growing insanity.

And its a cute whimpering sound! Sort of like a puppy.

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[turgon]

All righty then, you now live with me and 28 other insane people in apartment 406. :) Yay. Welcome roomie. ;)

I'm in our living room now and Fingon's reading that over my shoulder. He walked off and mumbled something about skinning the puppy. Bitter bastard. Eh. Who cares. Let's go have fun. :)