Pippi is sitting here in a large nest of what appears to be nautical grade canvas. She has a ponderously large set of shears which she is using to cut large swaths of the cloth.
She then either hems them or stitches them to other large swaths of cloth.
Her laptop is on the table and is playing her Butler Fetish CD.
My wife had some friends,
And they were ... Socialists.
Nobody's perfect.
My wife had some friends,
And Senator Macarthy
He didn't like them.
Our employer knew
That they were ... Socialists
And made us his slaves.
My wife had some friends,
And they were ... Socialists.
Nobody's perfect.
Nobody's perfect.
Everybody makes mistakes.
As did my wife's friends.
Nobody's perfect.
Everybody makes mistakes.
Nobody's perfect.
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