"Fuh. Whatcha doin that fuh?""Crut? Kret? Crit? Crit! Crit-- right? Did I say it right?"
"No, little crazy! You're crrrrrazy... Crrrazy... I'm crazy for FEELIN!! so loneLEEEE oVERRRR yoooo.... Crrrrazy..."
"If I was a... well, you know."
...I miss my roommate.
Without her, we are just a duo. Just a Guinness & Bass. Which might make our saucer boys happy-- but we'd much rather be the NCM song.
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"Crikey! Have a look at this girl, she's bEAU'iful!""What's wrong, Possum? Bless 'er Lord. Just give 'er a pat..."
"Thirdeen, fourdeen..."
"I can't be bothered, I can't be bothered..."
"Get stuffed! Don't be GAY! You girls are soft!"
And last but not least--
"May I please have a back tickle?"
(sigh)
I also miss my Swan.
1 comment:
The missing is tough, isn't it?
I miss my Lady Juliette. Hugs to you, honey. And Kish too.
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