et tu n'arrêtes pas de me dire des choses dégrisantes.
anyway i dreamt my apartment had been invaded by evil little leprechauns, spreading their filthy magic as best possible by filling the pipes with leprechaun piss instead of water. every time the faucet turned on, a foul, yellow leprechaun liquid flowed out. they laughed and giggled horribly, irish rictus bent at the corners as i hopelessly tried chasing them down to confiscate their pots of gold and avenge the havoc wrought upon my waterworks.
but i was delighted to hear that atlantis inferno finally set its
giant manta ray free.