Didn't anyone scrub ita's brain, yet?
Oh well, these cats aren't going to stack themselves.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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Didn't anyone scrub ita's brain, yet?
Oh well, these cats aren't going to stack themselves.
Or let you not be thinking what I think you might be thinking.
Their love might not be pure, but TTT made it almost canon.
Oh well, these cats aren't going to stack themselves.
BWAH!!!
Not listening! Not listening! t /Smeagol
I am just going to hum lalalalalalaaaaa until the horse porn leaves my brain. Bleach would not be amiss in this situaton.
Oh dear, we've Americanized him, he used the article.
You've what now?
You said you would go to THE Hospital.
Timelies! I am about to go have Indian food with my friends. This makes me happy. I also wrote a little porn (which is NOT!horseporn, FTR. ew), which also makes me happy. (I figured that this was the thread with which to share that little fact.)
t waves 10,000 miles to billytea
You said you would go to THE Hospital.
No, I said I'd try the hospital. You don't try hospital, silly.
Dear sweet mother of God.
The story on COX-2 inhibitors, that I have been thinking about since before Christmas, that was supposed to run last week, that I have revised SEVEN TIMES, should finally be appearing in papers campuswide tomorrow. By now, I am so over it.
Time to start working on the next one.
collapses
waves 10,000 miles to billytea
Damn. My walking range is only 500 miles; under the right circumstances, 500 more.