So today makes it our one year anniversary. Congratulations to orangutan for putting up with us for an entire year, and to the 453 undead and typists-- let the party begin!
Our preoccupation with marking birthdays reveals our inherent obsession with our own demises and it does no credit to us as a society as things like "death" are so rarely far removed from such other weighty concepts as "sex," especially given our current status as dead persons.
I think I'm a little more afraid of sex than I am of death, so a party celebrating death sounds much more appealing, I think, especially to celebrate it among such high society. *flattering smile*
Perhaps, you should tell us about the relationship you had with your mother, Dr. Freud....It might explain your preoccupation with analyzing what otherwise would be a joyful excuse to celebrate.
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*cracks open the champagne* Skål, then. *raises glass*
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(and ""C'est le seul vin qui laisse la femme belle après boire")
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*cough*
The glasses, I mean.
Of course. ;)
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In short, you are all necrophiliacs.
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Best Regards,
~A.S.~
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