Finally. Got tired of my mouth tasting like soap for a week.
Those fucking balls are back. Took one to the back of the head this morning. My walk to work should not be a damn obstacle course.
Apple, don't open the hall closet. There are some kind of mutant bats in there.
[ooc: Moon has
Fiends in his closet, courtesy of Making Fiends.]
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