-sigh-
Please. Someone just kill me.
The Messiah was holding the little girl's pet bunny, hugging it to his cheek with the big back feet swinging free. He was gloriously drunk. "Know what?" Josh said. "I love bunnies. They toil not, neither do they bark. Henceforth and from now on, I decree that whenever something bad happens to me, there shall be bunnies around. So it shall be written. Go ahead Biff, write it down." --Lamb, Christopher Moore
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Why the death wish? There is much more LadyBusiness to be had.....
-laughs- I don't even remember typing that. I was probably drunk and being melodramatic about something retarded like being out of nutella or something.
Name your place.
Oh, so you can kill me, but I'm not allowed to die on my own terms, hmm?
Glad we've got that sorted out. *rubs hands* Now then.
Malice always was a good color on you.
But _you_ don't even spell "colour" with a "u".
It's true, I'm afraid.
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