Lungs. Hurt. Can't. Breath.
Damn you. It's been a while since I laughed so hard.
Fluffy wants to know when you are visiting next.
Priceless.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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Lungs. Hurt. Can't. Breath.
Damn you. It's been a while since I laughed so hard.
Fluffy wants to know when you are visiting next.
Priceless.
Oh, and tell Fluffy I miss the fuzzy, comfy parts.
(You know, I know someone nicknamed Fluffy. I shouldn't be doing this).
Do I want to know what you have to do to win the nickname "fluffy"?
We're making the rules as we progress, Laga.
It's more fun that way.
Oh, and tell Fluffy I miss the fuzzy, comfy parts.:: looks down shirt :: Shit! It's not me. Not fuzzy. That two timing chair! That's it. I'm sitting on the couch for now.
Seekert message to Fluffy:
::hugz chair to death::
That's right, baby; you're all mine, now.
Extra Edit: I can't believe I'm talking to people's furniture now. Furniture I have never seen, of people I have never met.
Oh hai, good people in white coats!
Get a well-furnished room, you two! (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Get a well-furnished room, you two!
A fluffy one, even. or, you know, padded.
Comes to think about it, I did make omnis to spend time in his bed. hopefully sleeping.
Oh God. I actually started this, didn't I? Was it really all about... the furniture...?
Extra Edit: I can't believe I'm talking to people's furniture now. Furniture I have never seen, of people I have never met.Insent