*sends Arwen an Elladan suit*

Quick! While bro's a turkey! Let's get married so Ada can't stop our lust love.

*vibrates*

BETROTHAL DAY IS THURSDAY AND I WANT A SPOUSE-THINGY OF MY OWN!!!!!!!!

I think my Mun is out of ideas dead.

The Mun is dead! Long live the Mun!

*explodes*

*goes down for a nap*

That's over.

Apparently, old DenDen's just no good at the whole possession thing.

And my Mun threatened to explode me unless he left.

So, back to normal. Is there any leftover turkey?

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O.O

I don't know what is appropriate to say here. I am...intrigued horrified...and...confused? Yes, confused...

I think I need a lie-down..

In the fine Noldorian tradition of funeral rites, I would like to announce that this evening we will be feasting upon my sister and the Squirrel-Fucker.

Erestor and Lindir have been working since sun-up to prepare the finest dishes from the departed.

So, come one, come all and celebrate the lives of those two saps with a glorious feast.

Um...so...I stop by Wenny's room for a shag to borrow her hair drier and look what I find!!!


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