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[jodawi]

the food wants me to have it is. where what how. this is the stark face of hungry in columbia. special report: whence lunch? lunch wince. alas alack lack a lunch wench with a lunch winch. all lose. o. but mobility. mk.

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and now, dear friends, my flesh is awash in grease. we may call this Greasetide 2003.

Comments

[ki.livejournal.com]

*confused*
uhm.
*hands you a hummus and cheese sammich*

[jodawi.livejournal.com]

too late, too late, ah god, too late

[snickerpuss.livejournal.com]

*grabs the sammich for herself*

[jodawi.livejournal.com]

*watches helplessly from his pool of grease*

[zaiah.livejournal.com]

Perhaps much more copious salt will fixit?

[jodawi.livejournal.com]

to bed with you, wench!


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to bed with me, wench!

[zaiah.livejournal.com]

*bleary* good morn. *stagger*