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ROUND THREE.
I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE 'DEAR SIRIUS' ADVICE COLUMN IS RE-OPENED FOR BUISNESS.
As some of you are all shiney and slimey and new and what, and haven't the foggiest what I'm in fact on about, I direct your attention to this post, in which you can learn how you TOO can acquire the most stunning advice known to man. I am here for you, my ( Read more... ) -
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HALLO THERE EEHNTARWEBS. It really has been a while, hasn't it? An awful lot has happened this month, which I of course will tell you absolutely none of. I simply haven't the time to be catering to your every whim however much I would so like to, being the friendly, harmless, and generous chap I am ( Read more... ) -
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S. Black: HALLO LADIES AND GARGOYLES! Now, Christmas holidays are right around the corner. There are fewer groups of people in the world who love Christmas as much as the Marauders [TM]. We fucking love it all. The pudding, the gifts, the anatomically correct gingerbread men, the gifts, the snow, did I mention the gifts? Christmas is a time of ( Read more... ) -
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I had to sacrifice sixteen black lambs and three lime-green parakeets just to acquire this famous portrait painter's name alone.
Obtaining both it and dark stains on my trousers that'll be a complete bitch to wash out, I was referred to a wait-list. Said wait-list is written on a piece of parchment that traverses across Europe, the tail of which ( Read more... ) -
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A nursery rhyme for my sweet ickle baby brother Regulus.
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A very long update.
It's been brought to my attention that there's some sort of ridiculous wide-spread novel-writing disease called "Nannyreenoo." Does it work like b-rated muggle horror film zombies, then? If you kill the Nanny that started it, will the mystery-novel writting, cardigan knitting elderly converts all die off?
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Its terribly odd to come home to a significant other who's gotten a new haircut, or lost some weight, or had a sudden urge to see how they looked in galoshes.
Nevertheless, coming home to a small, shivering, chesnut-coloured hedgehog, with an oddly familiar sardonic glare- its just a wee bit more than Terribly Odd ( Read more... )
