One of the many diverse inhabitants of the interdimensional rift also referred to as my school is a small twelve year-old boy named Beans. Nobody is actually sure whether Beans is his first name or his surname or his nickname or even his codename; it is quite possible that, like Tintin, V, Pythagoras and God, Beans is so phenomenal that he only
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Or in short: ;,,,,,,,,,,(
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And on that note, there was an abundance of things I wanted to say about the latest 3 entries, but since I go off-tangent as I always do, I forgot. *donk*
Except to say that your school sounds interesting, and Beans sounds awesome. But what about Alexei?
Oh, and on that note, a guy once named his extremely sleek, purebred horse Feijaos. Everybody thought it was something cool 'cos that steed sure can fly. In actuality, that's portugese for beans. And we all know what too many beans can do ;p
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Spammityspamspamspamspamspam- I want corned beef. :p
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One day I should do an analysis of my essaysand find out what the ratio actually is... :P
Alexei, alas, has already left. He's currently studying theology at Oxford. :D
My sister and my mother watched a documentary onthursday in which two children bathed in baked beans. Seriously.
(And, er, overabunance? Unless it's the American way... :P)
And corned beef is awesome. There's a wonderful little greasy-spoon type café on route between King's Cross thameslink and St Pancreas that does the most fantastic corn beef sandwiches I have ever eaten; I used to stop there and grab breakfast on the way to my work experience job...
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Not that there can be such a thing, of course. But you know what I mean. :D
And yeah, I guess it was. Mysteries are fun. :D
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*facepalm* Mysteries. Not mnysteries.
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