Can you post the balloon again here?
Oh, life. First, I get layed off from work (not that I had a job anyway because I am TOO smurfING RETARDED TO GET A JOB). And THEN this guy comes up to me with some "spicy noodles" and he's all in my face trying to sell me stuff. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL, this morning I got out of bed...and there was like...this big...piece of crocodile on my bedroom floor, and I'm like "WHERE THE smurf DID THAT COME FROM?!" but no one answers, so I get into the shower, and that's where the FUN begins: I pick up the soap, and it always keeps popping out of my hands, again and again and again. I give up, I decide to go and try to do some gardening, which doesnt help calm me down because there was this naked old man on the other side of the fence and he was jumping up and down, trying to attract my attention. Bastard. So, I go back inside and look in my cupboard: all the food seemed to have been replaced by small giraffe shapes made out of plasticene. Oh this world is driving me mad. But I can't complain.
He wrote Anekdoten and told me to go there, and I did, but I'm not sure where to go from here.
The word "succulent" comes to mind. Gosh, I hope I spelt that right!
It's all the same to a puppet of meat.
You read my diaries? Hey, that's pretty cool actually!
I think you mean elephants.
He looks like Mr. Whippy!
Well here's someone I haven't talked to in at least 3 days.
Do you remember why she *unintelligible*
