Good morning ladies and germs, today for your delight and amusement I will be generating spontaneous rants, rambles or just outright piles of complete tosh on anything you care to ask about. Simply place a single word comment and I will vent, keep it clean, two towels to a fight and no biting the bagel before the whistle.
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Date: 2003-09-15 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-15 02:45 am (UTC)I wake up. I can hear them moving again, under the bed. I pull the covers under my chin and make sure none of the duvet is hanging over the edge of the bed, it all looks safe but I can still hear the movement, I can see that the lid on the washbasket has fallen off... they've escaped, who knows what they're doing. I've heard tales, tales of people who were found dead in bed under a pile of underware, underware gone bad. Socks. Socks gone bad. I could hear what was possibly a bandsaw starting up under the bed, I think they're trying to saw through the legs...
I really should have washed them last month.