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[rustpony]

We have an ant problem.

So I grabbed my bag of pretzels that I left open all night, unthinkingly, and LO AND BEHOLD I did not even realise what the chemical smell was until I had a MOUTHFUL OF ANTS.

GROSS. AUGH. GROSSSKLSDLJFAOIJFNASG.

I have also come to the conclusion that between the hours of 12 and 6AM I cannot be anything but totally and utterly, twistedly insane. Seriously. I'm crackers. A nutjob. An anteater. EW. ... Maybe I'm just crazy all the time, and my censor just shuts down during those hours.

ANYWAY. This made it all better:



ARRRR I LOVE THE SMELL OF ANTS AND FAGGOTRY IN THA MORNIN'. PLUNDER AWAY, YE BLOODY COCKATOO.

Comments

[sexyshuse.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, you like cake too.

Why would I do that? I get more then enough from Noisy, you know.

[kirin.livejournal.com]

I like REAL cake, not this FAKE CAKE.

YOU SHOULD LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU ARE SO MEAN.

[sexyshuse.livejournal.com]

Right, right! No lie cake for you.

I'm mean out of love! Besides, I'm not always mean.

[kirin.livejournal.com]

Thank you, honey.

TELL ME ONE TIME YOU HAVEN'T BEEN.

[sexyshuse.livejournal.com]

Welcome.

When I've asked him what was up with Joe cause I was concerned! Still am >:(

[kirin.livejournal.com]

DID HE EVER ANSWER? He can't remember.

Probably too busy TRYING TO FEND OFF THE ATTACKS ON HIS MANHOOD.