Oh dear lord. I feel like Death pre-heated, gas-mark 4 (bake until looks putrid). I hate flu, and I hate the germs that carry them, The bastards. Bastard-coated bastards
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I just nearly choked laughing at you, you wonderous retard.
I kept having images of this poor postman walking around your postal code area with this letter outstretched in his hand, dehydrated and dishevelled calling: 'Dan.... Dan...' but getting quieter until he falls into a collapse at your feet and you pick up the letter, laugh and wander off.
Accurate imagination, too. I really would laugh at him.
Is Leeds as hard to get to as Glasgow? Because I am not Jason. I *have* no Argonauts. I do not, therefore, *do* Epic Journeys across land, sea and time. And I have man-flu. *sniff*.
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I kept having images of this poor postman walking around your postal code area with this letter outstretched in his hand, dehydrated and dishevelled calling: 'Dan.... Dan...' but getting quieter until he falls into a collapse at your feet and you pick up the letter, laugh and wander off.
Gah I love my imagination. =D
much love
P.s.COMEEE SEEE MEEEEE PLLLLLZZZZZZZZZOMG
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Is Leeds as hard to get to as Glasgow? Because I am not Jason. I *have* no Argonauts. I do not, therefore, *do* Epic Journeys across land, sea and time. And I have man-flu. *sniff*.
AT :)
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