04 May 2014
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R. Linda:
All around the office the week before last, it was chat about Game of Thrones and who poisoned King Joffrey the twit. I try to not get into these water cooler chats as I have too much walking to do, I mean work! But a week of that sort of thing does subconsciously work its way into one's sleeping psyche it does, and that is exactly what happened two Friday nights ago.
My brain works on having conversations with meself until I fall into oblivion -- which lasts maybe an hour when I am semi-conscious and in a conversation with meself just where I left off before I fall into the sleep abyss, and it goes on like that all night. But Friday the mind conversation started off in the office where it was phone tag time for the entire day as I tried to get away from the water cooler chatters, who decided if I wasn't in the lounge then they'd ring me on my mobile phone to talk about the Game of Thrones nonsense. Somehow me sleeping thoughts got mixed up in the water cooler chat and I found meself dreaming and talking throughout the night about a Game of Phones.
Sometime during the night me brain was conjuring meself dressed as a knight in a tarnished suit of armour with a small person with a sword, she kept poking me in the back while we were on horseback. She with the sword she named 'Spindle', was poking me because I wouldn't give her a pony and a warehouse full of fudge.
"Stop it!" I chided her as I spoke to her on me mobile phone.
"Not until you get me a pony and fudge!" She shouted in her mobile phone at me as I tried to hush her.
Suddenly me dream/chat careened to a snowy place and there was Wolfie dressed all in black with this massive black cape coat, his long blue-black and shiny hair blowing in the wind, snowflakes catching in it and I realised he was in a snow storm at the bottom, and next to a very long and steep ice cliff. He was shouting into his mobile phone, "Send the fooking elevator down now or I swear if I have to climb this ice when I get to the top I will slice yer bloody fooking head off like a ham!"
That must have frightened me because next, I was looking through the bars of a dungeon where a very diminutive person in a green jerkin was sitting next to a post speaking into a mobile phone with a Mexican accent, to a man with a hook for a hand who was holding a phone as well outside the dungeon window. As I got a better view I realised the little person was you, me Muse, and the man with the hook for a hand was Capt. Jaack.
"I tole joo, I didn't due it. An I don't care cause when all is over an done wit, joo and all da others will be in da poor house and I won't care." You were saying all this like you really didn't care.
"Well, bro I would try to avast you out of this place but our sissy wants your head on a spike. I was trying to tell her plank walking would do you better but she won't hear of it, har! And she wants your other half found and their head on a spike too."
I was overcome with dizziness just then as I realised I was the OTHER half and suddenly I found meself at a wedding where Weasil was holding court it seemed, and shouting with glee into a mobile phone. He was dressed in rich velvets and wearing a gold crown on his noggin that looked like someone had painted a bunch of sticks gold and made a circlet of it, thus sticking it on his head.
"An for a final treatie I have da lesbian sister showdownie, a fightie to da deathie!" He was saying with malicious mayhem.
Everyone at the long table cheered into their phones unenthusiastically and I felt faint. But I didn't have time to feel that way for long because someone was kicking me in the ankles. I looked down and there you were somehow freed from the dungeon. You looked up at me and said into your mobile phone, "Keng Weasil is tahksic don't joo no?"
"He's wot?" I said into me phone looking down at you.
"Tahksic joo no, like when joo need a chower."
"Toxic and shower? Got it I think." I said into my phone. Then it dawned on me, "Hey, how did you get loose?"
"A fren len me a helpeen hook, I mean han. I geev heem Mexican chocolate fer beachin' yoob."
"Ohhh, ok," I said suspicious as to who this mysterious friend with a hook for a hand, would do a bitching job for chocolate was. Then I realised it was Jaack! He had let you out, of course, it was he who else would be scared of you besides me? Then I realised you were two small people at the same time. How was THAT possible?
"I need a nap," I said to no one in particular, maybe me brain was the object of that remark.
"Eff joo nop joo will die eyoung." You said to me on your mobile phone.
"If I nap I will die young? Hey, why are you speaking like Charo with a Mexican accent you don't have a Mexican accent?" I whispered into me phone.
"Cuchi-cuchi." You laughed into your phone. "Because it throws them all off. I am not Capt. Jaack's brother I'm really the little twerp that's been poking you in the back wanting a pony and fudge, lots of fudge!"
I knew it! I thought you looked familiar, but it was the accent that threw me at first.
Meanwhile, back at the cliff face, Wolfie was still at the bottom, his black clothing and hair almost white from the snow . . . and his designer stubble was looking quite a bit frosty.
"Look YOU! I have to rescue the Clippers from Don Sterling's racist clutches and I have to do it NOW! Get the fooking elevator down here or I swear I will climb up there and slice your head like a bloody cheese!"
I shivered at the thought and was suddenly back at the dungeon and there was no one there but Capt Jaack looking out the barred door yelling for help and someone I won't name's arse. He used his hook to rattle the bars in the window while yelling things I can't print about a certain wee person who tricked him.
Suddenly I was back at the King's feast and there were these two giant short-haired blond women going at each other with maces as King Weasil egged them on. I couldn't look it was so damn bloody. Closing me eyes and clicking me heels I suddenly was transported to a snowy cliff top. I was looking down as I realised I was wearing ruby slippers and a dress!
It was then the elevator doors opened and out came a morose and very angry Wolfie. He looked at me like he was going to throw me over the cliff but then he said, "You should be glad I'm in a good mood." And off he went to do God knows what about the Clippers.
I realised I was fecking cold. I took meself to the same door I saw Wolfie enter and when I opened it and went through, I was looking out on a desert city and a dragon flying around the battlements of the main fortress. It was me mother-in-law! I shook me head in denial and went back through the door and found meself not on the snowy cliff top, but looking out at a dark castle.
"Wot the hell?" I said into me phone to no one, amazed that the door opened to another place.
"So what's the trouble now?" A voice said from below. I looked down and there you were on the phone with that damn sword you call Spindle ready to poke me in the shins.
"Do not do that or I swear this time there will be no pony, no rubber ducks, no wolf, no FUDGE!"
You weighed all that for a moment and then sighed as you sheathed Spindle. It was the mention of the fudge, that gets you every time.
"Okay, now that we understand each other . . . sort of," I said into my phone, "Tell me what castle that be over there."
"Thattt beee Castle Wolfieee. As dark and ominous as Himself." You explained wistfully.
"If I didn't know better I'd think you'd rather be over there with Wolfie than here with me."
"He does have good hair." You said with a malicious grin.
Something caught my eye and I pointed at it with me phone.
"Yeah, I can see the plume of white smoke coming from Castle Wolfie and that means only one thing," you muttered into your phone.
"And wot might that be?" I bit, I shouldn't have but I did.
"Wolfie must have gotten engaged and broken the curse! Oh, and look 48 pairs of black skimpies are being hung at half-mast from Castle Woflie!"
"This is like a Quentin Tarantino movie," I muttered to meself watching the panties flutter in the breeze.
"Maybe this will stop him trying to populate his own country." You said profoundly.
I squeezed me eyes shut and shook me head in denial I was even listening to you. But you didn't go away instead you asked me why I was wearing a dress and ruby slippers. That gave me an idea and as soon as I clicked me heels together I found I was someplace else. Only that someplace else was back at the gore feast the Weasil was hosting.
There he was sitting behind the long table toasting the bloody combatants who were thrashing each other mercilessly with the maces. The people on either side of him had their faces covered all except one woman wearing sticking plasters stuck into her hairline to keep her skin from sagging, who sat there drooling over Highwayman Tom who just happened to be next in line for bachelor of the year since Wolfie had got himself engaged to someone named Hoda.
I did notice a wee hand adjusting Lady Grabaire's necklace down on the other end of the dais. I also noticed that one stone seemed to be missing after the adjustment. It was a second or so later that I noticed that same hand crushing the stone into King Weasil's goblet and a second later Weas was taking a big swig and suddenly he stood up clutching his throat as the jewel-encrusted goblet fell clanging to the ground. He did a wheelie of sorts as he spun around gagging and his mother Fioncee of the sticking plasters tore herself away from Tom and ran to catch Weasil but too late, he hit the ground with a thud. Blood streamed from his nose, mouth and eyes, and he looked a right mess as he grunted and pointed to his throat.
"I got it, you were poisoned!" Fioncee announced as Weasil nodded and succumbed to the evil draught. As soon as he was deader than a doorknob Fioncee stood up dropping the Weasil, who if he had been alive would have been sporting a giant size egg on his noggin where he hit the ground hard. Fioncee demanded to know where the short person had gone to. Yes, she meant you my muse!
"Bring that poisoner of my beloved son to me NOW!"
With that everyone ran off as if to do her bidding, but I knew they weren't doing what she wanted, they were all running to save their arses OR they were going to the pre-wedding feast at Castle Wolfie.
It was just too much for me so I hung up my phone and suddenly was transported to Castle Wolfie where Lord Walder Rogue was holding court. He was Wolfie's distant cousin and had decided to throw Wolfie and Hoda a party, but he stood up there psycho-analysing them instead, and the analysis wasn't good. Something about Wolfie swearing an oath he'd never marry again and now he's gone and done it and as for Hoda, Hoda needed to stop beating dead horses because the dead horse population was getting massive and you needed to be very tall to step over all the dead horses. I tell ya!
I looked around bored out of me skull at the redundancy of it all and noticed that one of Walder Rogue's guests, a certain Rooster Bolton looked odd to me. Under his chain mailed cap I thought I saw a blond hair sticking out. On closer examination, I saw that indeed there was blond hair and soft skin as well as violet eyes looking out of major stubble glued around the face. That wasn't Rooster Bolton, that was Lady Lenny come to do some damage at being jilted. And I was right, but before I could turn me phone on and dial Wolfie it was too late, she had walked up to him and garroted him with her nine-inch dagger fingernail. He was toast I tell ya! He went limply down bleeding out as Hoda came crashing through the crowd and knelt down next to the dying Wolf.
Speaking into his phone in a rush of emotional words, Hoda professed he'd get even, and I thought Hoda had a very high voice for a man, but before Hoda could do that, Rooster Bolton, I mean Lady Lenny had stabbed Hoda too! Hoda fell over Wolfie and as he did his wig came off and there was this massive amount of blond hair that just flooded the room. It grew and grew and grew and I knew who Hoda really was, it was Dewdropper in disguise!
"Did ya think Wolfie was a gay man just because he has good styling hair?" Me muse phoned me.
"Wot? I thought Hoda was a man's name." I spoke incredulously into my phone.
"Hodor maybe, but Hoda, nah, not so much. I knew it had to be Dewdropper in there somewhere," you said kicking the bloody hair out of your way, the hair was growing from the liquid blood like it was water. "It was all a set-up to draw out the killer of King Weasil."
"How'd you figure?" I spoke clearly into me phone because I wanted to know where you got your intelligence from.
"I am standing here, aren't I? They think I killed that little weasel varmint but I didn't." You said smugly.
"Then who was it?" I asked anxious to know because for some reason people in the room were looking at ME! "Tell me who it was!" I demanded.
"Hok K," you said reverting to that Mexican accent, "it was . . . "
AND I FECKING WOKE UP!
See this is what that water cooler chat does, I didn't know who killed Joffrey that entire week, and I didn't know who poisoned Weasil either. And the reason I woke up I can give you. I must have been yelling at you in my sleep to tell me who done it, when the wife had had enough and gave me a punch in the stomach to shut up. Yup, she did that and yup, it hurt and yup, for a few minutes I was confused, and yup, I got no more sleep that night. And yup, I blamed it on you and to teach you a lesson I got up at 4 a.m. and made meself a pan of FUDGE. Yes, I did. So there.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
All around the office the week before last, it was chat about Game of Thrones and who poisoned King Joffrey the twit. I try to not get into these water cooler chats as I have too much walking to do, I mean work! But a week of that sort of thing does subconsciously work its way into one's sleeping psyche it does, and that is exactly what happened two Friday nights ago.
My brain works on having conversations with meself until I fall into oblivion -- which lasts maybe an hour when I am semi-conscious and in a conversation with meself just where I left off before I fall into the sleep abyss, and it goes on like that all night. But Friday the mind conversation started off in the office where it was phone tag time for the entire day as I tried to get away from the water cooler chatters, who decided if I wasn't in the lounge then they'd ring me on my mobile phone to talk about the Game of Thrones nonsense. Somehow me sleeping thoughts got mixed up in the water cooler chat and I found meself dreaming and talking throughout the night about a Game of Phones.
Sometime during the night me brain was conjuring meself dressed as a knight in a tarnished suit of armour with a small person with a sword, she kept poking me in the back while we were on horseback. She with the sword she named 'Spindle', was poking me because I wouldn't give her a pony and a warehouse full of fudge.
"Stop it!" I chided her as I spoke to her on me mobile phone.
"Not until you get me a pony and fudge!" She shouted in her mobile phone at me as I tried to hush her.
Suddenly me dream/chat careened to a snowy place and there was Wolfie dressed all in black with this massive black cape coat, his long blue-black and shiny hair blowing in the wind, snowflakes catching in it and I realised he was in a snow storm at the bottom, and next to a very long and steep ice cliff. He was shouting into his mobile phone, "Send the fooking elevator down now or I swear if I have to climb this ice when I get to the top I will slice yer bloody fooking head off like a ham!"
That must have frightened me because next, I was looking through the bars of a dungeon where a very diminutive person in a green jerkin was sitting next to a post speaking into a mobile phone with a Mexican accent, to a man with a hook for a hand who was holding a phone as well outside the dungeon window. As I got a better view I realised the little person was you, me Muse, and the man with the hook for a hand was Capt. Jaack.
"I tole joo, I didn't due it. An I don't care cause when all is over an done wit, joo and all da others will be in da poor house and I won't care." You were saying all this like you really didn't care.
"Well, bro I would try to avast you out of this place but our sissy wants your head on a spike. I was trying to tell her plank walking would do you better but she won't hear of it, har! And she wants your other half found and their head on a spike too."
I was overcome with dizziness just then as I realised I was the OTHER half and suddenly I found meself at a wedding where Weasil was holding court it seemed, and shouting with glee into a mobile phone. He was dressed in rich velvets and wearing a gold crown on his noggin that looked like someone had painted a bunch of sticks gold and made a circlet of it, thus sticking it on his head.
"An for a final treatie I have da lesbian sister showdownie, a fightie to da deathie!" He was saying with malicious mayhem.
Everyone at the long table cheered into their phones unenthusiastically and I felt faint. But I didn't have time to feel that way for long because someone was kicking me in the ankles. I looked down and there you were somehow freed from the dungeon. You looked up at me and said into your mobile phone, "Keng Weasil is tahksic don't joo no?"
"He's wot?" I said into me phone looking down at you.
"Tahksic joo no, like when joo need a chower."
"Toxic and shower? Got it I think." I said into my phone. Then it dawned on me, "Hey, how did you get loose?"
"A fren len me a helpeen hook, I mean han. I geev heem Mexican chocolate fer beachin' yoob."
"Ohhh, ok," I said suspicious as to who this mysterious friend with a hook for a hand, would do a bitching job for chocolate was. Then I realised it was Jaack! He had let you out, of course, it was he who else would be scared of you besides me? Then I realised you were two small people at the same time. How was THAT possible?
"I need a nap," I said to no one in particular, maybe me brain was the object of that remark.
"Eff joo nop joo will die eyoung." You said to me on your mobile phone.
"If I nap I will die young? Hey, why are you speaking like Charo with a Mexican accent you don't have a Mexican accent?" I whispered into me phone.
"Cuchi-cuchi." You laughed into your phone. "Because it throws them all off. I am not Capt. Jaack's brother I'm really the little twerp that's been poking you in the back wanting a pony and fudge, lots of fudge!"
I knew it! I thought you looked familiar, but it was the accent that threw me at first.
Meanwhile, back at the cliff face, Wolfie was still at the bottom, his black clothing and hair almost white from the snow . . . and his designer stubble was looking quite a bit frosty.
"Look YOU! I have to rescue the Clippers from Don Sterling's racist clutches and I have to do it NOW! Get the fooking elevator down here or I swear I will climb up there and slice your head like a bloody cheese!"
I shivered at the thought and was suddenly back at the dungeon and there was no one there but Capt Jaack looking out the barred door yelling for help and someone I won't name's arse. He used his hook to rattle the bars in the window while yelling things I can't print about a certain wee person who tricked him.
Suddenly I was back at the King's feast and there were these two giant short-haired blond women going at each other with maces as King Weasil egged them on. I couldn't look it was so damn bloody. Closing me eyes and clicking me heels I suddenly was transported to a snowy cliff top. I was looking down as I realised I was wearing ruby slippers and a dress!
It was then the elevator doors opened and out came a morose and very angry Wolfie. He looked at me like he was going to throw me over the cliff but then he said, "You should be glad I'm in a good mood." And off he went to do God knows what about the Clippers.
I realised I was fecking cold. I took meself to the same door I saw Wolfie enter and when I opened it and went through, I was looking out on a desert city and a dragon flying around the battlements of the main fortress. It was me mother-in-law! I shook me head in denial and went back through the door and found meself not on the snowy cliff top, but looking out at a dark castle.
"Wot the hell?" I said into me phone to no one, amazed that the door opened to another place.
"So what's the trouble now?" A voice said from below. I looked down and there you were on the phone with that damn sword you call Spindle ready to poke me in the shins.
"Do not do that or I swear this time there will be no pony, no rubber ducks, no wolf, no FUDGE!"
You weighed all that for a moment and then sighed as you sheathed Spindle. It was the mention of the fudge, that gets you every time.
"Okay, now that we understand each other . . . sort of," I said into my phone, "Tell me what castle that be over there."
"Thattt beee Castle Wolfieee. As dark and ominous as Himself." You explained wistfully.
"If I didn't know better I'd think you'd rather be over there with Wolfie than here with me."
"He does have good hair." You said with a malicious grin.
Something caught my eye and I pointed at it with me phone.
"Yeah, I can see the plume of white smoke coming from Castle Wolfie and that means only one thing," you muttered into your phone.
"And wot might that be?" I bit, I shouldn't have but I did.
"Wolfie must have gotten engaged and broken the curse! Oh, and look 48 pairs of black skimpies are being hung at half-mast from Castle Woflie!"
"This is like a Quentin Tarantino movie," I muttered to meself watching the panties flutter in the breeze.
"Maybe this will stop him trying to populate his own country." You said profoundly.
I squeezed me eyes shut and shook me head in denial I was even listening to you. But you didn't go away instead you asked me why I was wearing a dress and ruby slippers. That gave me an idea and as soon as I clicked me heels together I found I was someplace else. Only that someplace else was back at the gore feast the Weasil was hosting.
There he was sitting behind the long table toasting the bloody combatants who were thrashing each other mercilessly with the maces. The people on either side of him had their faces covered all except one woman wearing sticking plasters stuck into her hairline to keep her skin from sagging, who sat there drooling over Highwayman Tom who just happened to be next in line for bachelor of the year since Wolfie had got himself engaged to someone named Hoda.
I did notice a wee hand adjusting Lady Grabaire's necklace down on the other end of the dais. I also noticed that one stone seemed to be missing after the adjustment. It was a second or so later that I noticed that same hand crushing the stone into King Weasil's goblet and a second later Weas was taking a big swig and suddenly he stood up clutching his throat as the jewel-encrusted goblet fell clanging to the ground. He did a wheelie of sorts as he spun around gagging and his mother Fioncee of the sticking plasters tore herself away from Tom and ran to catch Weasil but too late, he hit the ground with a thud. Blood streamed from his nose, mouth and eyes, and he looked a right mess as he grunted and pointed to his throat.
"I got it, you were poisoned!" Fioncee announced as Weasil nodded and succumbed to the evil draught. As soon as he was deader than a doorknob Fioncee stood up dropping the Weasil, who if he had been alive would have been sporting a giant size egg on his noggin where he hit the ground hard. Fioncee demanded to know where the short person had gone to. Yes, she meant you my muse!
"Bring that poisoner of my beloved son to me NOW!"
With that everyone ran off as if to do her bidding, but I knew they weren't doing what she wanted, they were all running to save their arses OR they were going to the pre-wedding feast at Castle Wolfie.
It was just too much for me so I hung up my phone and suddenly was transported to Castle Wolfie where Lord Walder Rogue was holding court. He was Wolfie's distant cousin and had decided to throw Wolfie and Hoda a party, but he stood up there psycho-analysing them instead, and the analysis wasn't good. Something about Wolfie swearing an oath he'd never marry again and now he's gone and done it and as for Hoda, Hoda needed to stop beating dead horses because the dead horse population was getting massive and you needed to be very tall to step over all the dead horses. I tell ya!
I looked around bored out of me skull at the redundancy of it all and noticed that one of Walder Rogue's guests, a certain Rooster Bolton looked odd to me. Under his chain mailed cap I thought I saw a blond hair sticking out. On closer examination, I saw that indeed there was blond hair and soft skin as well as violet eyes looking out of major stubble glued around the face. That wasn't Rooster Bolton, that was Lady Lenny come to do some damage at being jilted. And I was right, but before I could turn me phone on and dial Wolfie it was too late, she had walked up to him and garroted him with her nine-inch dagger fingernail. He was toast I tell ya! He went limply down bleeding out as Hoda came crashing through the crowd and knelt down next to the dying Wolf.
Speaking into his phone in a rush of emotional words, Hoda professed he'd get even, and I thought Hoda had a very high voice for a man, but before Hoda could do that, Rooster Bolton, I mean Lady Lenny had stabbed Hoda too! Hoda fell over Wolfie and as he did his wig came off and there was this massive amount of blond hair that just flooded the room. It grew and grew and grew and I knew who Hoda really was, it was Dewdropper in disguise!
"Did ya think Wolfie was a gay man just because he has good styling hair?" Me muse phoned me.
"Wot? I thought Hoda was a man's name." I spoke incredulously into my phone.
"Hodor maybe, but Hoda, nah, not so much. I knew it had to be Dewdropper in there somewhere," you said kicking the bloody hair out of your way, the hair was growing from the liquid blood like it was water. "It was all a set-up to draw out the killer of King Weasil."
"How'd you figure?" I spoke clearly into me phone because I wanted to know where you got your intelligence from.
"I am standing here, aren't I? They think I killed that little weasel varmint but I didn't." You said smugly.
"Then who was it?" I asked anxious to know because for some reason people in the room were looking at ME! "Tell me who it was!" I demanded.
"Hok K," you said reverting to that Mexican accent, "it was . . . "
AND I FECKING WOKE UP!
See this is what that water cooler chat does, I didn't know who killed Joffrey that entire week, and I didn't know who poisoned Weasil either. And the reason I woke up I can give you. I must have been yelling at you in my sleep to tell me who done it, when the wife had had enough and gave me a punch in the stomach to shut up. Yup, she did that and yup, it hurt and yup, for a few minutes I was confused, and yup, I got no more sleep that night. And yup, I blamed it on you and to teach you a lesson I got up at 4 a.m. and made meself a pan of FUDGE. Yes, I did. So there.
Gabe
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16 comments:
i wanted to see what you wrote about me. sticking plasters? really gabe? that was ok until i found myself as weasil's mother. thanks a lot!
Avast matey! I needed to see what all the fuss was about and LMAO! Wolf will get the humor, but the question is will Fiona? LOLOLOLOL
I'm next in line for bachelor of the year? Is my da George Clooney? LOL
Anytime, LMAO
Oh Jaack, see above, she did not.
He might as well be, LOL
Number One: I don't psycho analyse, I work on bereavements. Number Two: Regardless, I think your story says a lot about the inner workings of your mind which is brilliant. Don't think I don't see your humour, I do. I understand you have a large German fan base, count me as one more.
Lady MacBeth I am not. I would never be prone to such passionate violence when it came to Mr. Wolf. Though, I might think about it. LOL Only kidding Lucky. Though the panties being hung at half mast was rather a tickle to the funny bone. No offence again Lucky! ;-)~
Ham and cheese? ROFLMAO Jon Snow or Rob Stark? Or a combination of both? LOLOLOL Truly you have genius. Tell your Muse she hit the nail on the head, she got me. That's me populating my own country. Now I have to find a name for that country. And if she'd like to kick in for child support to help me out, that would be A-OK.
Jon Snow I would say ;-)
He gets popped off, I get popped off. Just my luck! All that beating dead horses and I became one of them LOL Very amusing, in fact, quite brilliant. Well done!
Thank you I do have me moments though Fionnula won't agree with you, LMAO
ROFLMAO
I guess I'm going to have to watch what I'm saying to you! It turns up in a story! I only have one issue with you, the use of the word WEE! the rest is pretty accurate.LOL ok I DID say something about populating a country, but I was beginning to think someone likes pregnant women! the major thing that REALLY pissed me off is the mention of FUDGE! I have been all over town looking for decent fudge and since I don't have the time to make my own, I can't even settle for bad fudge! so STOP EATING FUDGE! RAT!
oh Yeah! WOLFIE HAS BEAUTIFUL HAIR!LMAO
Should I be jealous?
NAH! You send me emails and write stories for me LOL. Hair comes and goes
LOL
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