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The most private thing I'm willing to admit:
I woke up one morning last year covered completely in a thin layer of a blue slimy substance. To this day I have no idea what it all was although it washed off easy enough. It smelled like gasoline. Ever since then I sleep with a deadbolt on my door.
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Rodents of Unusual Size strike yet again. I tell you, they're everywhere.
ReplyDeleteRodents of unusual size? I don't think they exist.
ReplyDeleteInconceivable!
ReplyDeleteYou keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
ReplyDeleteIf you mean the word 'inconceivable' I think she's referring to the fact that if rodents of unusual size don't exist, then it's inconceivable that they struck again, and are everywhere.
ReplyDelete@Connie: all of the lines above are from the same movie.
ReplyDeleteExplaining it makes it less cliquey.
ReplyDeleteLovin it! You've been mostly dead all day! :)
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