Day 299: The Crying Blob
I sincerely congratulate the fawned laughter of that indecent kindling. I speak, of course, of the one that matters least; yes, the hairy little gremlin savagely commenting on every possible post. Do not think it goes unnoticed by my prying eyes, for they are so privy; to this immaculate congression. Begone foul minion of the deepest depths. The tweens are not safe for you any longer. I will make it my duty in Scraping your graffiti-like homage off the very walls of perfection that line this oh-so divine page. Sitting will not make you worthy, no.
Pumpkin Wrapping For The Unborn Nappy.
Pumpkin Wrapping For The Unborn Nappy.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 1:22 PM
4 Comments:
No I can't be bothered. Your unsavoury filth will simply have to stay and stain it's unperpetuaed self all the way across my pages membranes.
You are so ungratefully welcome.
i love you so much :)
i miss you with all my heart. ive commented you a couple of times on myspace without a reply and i still havent got that letter you said you wrote me. i basically just miss you. get ahold of me when you can.
why no update since august?? what gives?? oh, and...
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:)
ewwww. i just went several updates back and now know what you mean about the incessant commenting. sheesh. i HATE that.
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