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October 06, 2003

Thought process

A slight danger of string was apparent as soon as I opened the door. Blithely, I shuffled across the carpet on hands and ear-trumpets and took up a position of hurried despondency as the actress climbed in through the closed window.

"Marmite fist" she said, in a voice of propane.

Posted by Hirez at October 6, 2003 08:52 PM


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