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[dave_rowntree]

I had a wonderful post typed up last night, but I hit the backspace and my Internet decided that this gesture meant that I wanted to go back a page, effectively erasing everything I had written. I suppose you should all feel lucky that you've been spared a very long paragraph written in Tha Naytyv Langoowidge, but one day I'll write in that

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[angiejolie]

two years, one month and ten days is the limit. if you go any further you will spontaneously combust.

[dave_rowntree]

Are you going to have that look on your face when I explode? And did you know that when you spontaneously combust, everything from the knees down remains intact? Please cryogenically freeze my legs. I want them revived.

[rob_dickinson]

Happy anniversary. That was a most amusing summary

[dave_rowntree]

I found it much more practical than ranting on and on for paragraphs.

[k_beckinsale]

Hmph!

[dave_rowntree]

Ha!

[jonnyleemiller]

When I think Dave, I think BBQ. Congratulations, son. Two whole years. Amazing. I'll compose you a letter in the Naytyv Langoowidge and send it by pigeon.

[dave_rowntree]

Dave=BBQ. That's my goal in life. I want it on my tombstone. Will it be a letter of paternal love?

[jonnyleemiller]

And in your eulogy, I'll make sure to emphasize the BBQ. As you'd want it. Of course it will be. Not Oedipal, but definitely loving.

[dave_rowntree]

I saved Jamie Hewlett's life at my BBQ, after all. I'm a hero. That's good. Oedipal could worry me.

[j_law]

Mmm double mention, I feel another thigh groping coming on. Happy two years, Godson.

[dave_rowntree]

It was all very rawr, wasn't it? This excites my thigh. Cheers, Godfather.