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[froodle]

I swear, that spider is trying to embarrass me. It's playing mind-games with me, lurking in odd corners and skittering past when my back is turned, so I just see it out of the corner of my eye. I'm too paranoid to do my washing up, and my damn pie is still in the fridge.

I hate you, spider.

I bet it's on a mission from David Blaine.

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Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

i claim crowley's tiredness at remembering not to breathe.
and his jazzy wit. with the holy twater.

and no, not exactly, but i love the description of her, with the anorexia and the too much pewter. *new game! kick the hippy*

are you sure you can handle his entire campness?

Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.

[froodle]

Are you kidding? I used to collect camp men back home. Of course, my Mum said I wasn't allowed to bring them to uni with me, so now I only have one that I found in Leeds and took home with me.

Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

what do you feed him?

Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.

[froodle]

Fancy Italian coffees. Pastries. Gourmet food. Expensive wine.

You know, camp men food.

I'm going to write a monograph on the best things to feed one's captive pets. It'll be a best-seller, I reckon.

Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

include hobbit pellets.
for the beared ones.