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[poor_cinderalex]

So there was this giant spider (named Fantastica) in our kitchen today and I said to it:

I am getting the distinct impression that you are not hip to my jive. Are you or are you not hip to my jive?

She returned, quite nastily:

Something is wrong in your brain.

Then I put her on the balcony. To show her who was boss.

Comments

[ghetto_bridget]

I dig, daddy-o.

[poor_cinderalex]

hep cat.

[ghetto_bridget]

I think it only works when I say it.

[poor_cinderalex]

Perhaps it's not funny when either of us does it.

[ghetto_bridget]

Well then, at least we will be unfunny together.