*drinks tea*
*yawns*
Boo - “Like a mad bloody magpie.“
“A rolling zombie gathers no moss, as it tends to disintegrate instead.“
“He who hesitates is sporked.“
“A penny saved is a future donation to Boo’s army of zombies in an attempt to bribe her not to let them rend your limbs.“ Aphorisms by Acci.
“This site fuses the skeptical approach of a hard-core myth debunker with a gleeful celebration of humanity’s trickster side.“ Sci-Fi Weekly, talking about MoH.
*replaces Boo’s tea with lukewarm oatmeal*
That should wake her *right* up…
Lingua Latina Est mortuissima Romanos olim necavit Iam vere me necat
What part of ‘meow’ don’t you understand?
Blech. *splutters*
Thanks a lot, Robin.
That was rather cruel of Robin.
*hugs anyone who might be about*
Remember, a Dragon is for life!
*panics*
AAAAGGHH!!!
MORMONS!!!
Mum just asked them to ice Christmas cakes…
I like your mum. *hugs Smerk*
My mother is a tad silly at times.
Morning all.. light, easy day at work.
THis means of course that an unmitigated disaster will occur shortly before I leave for home..
Undoubtedly.
I seem to have had a reasonably cruisey day. Nothing drastic has happened, and no one’s been demanding I do stuff urgently.
*thud*
And now I’m having to instruct mum on how to ice cakes…
I have archiving to do, so I’ll speak to you guys later.