A yellow monkey jumped from the top of the fridge onto Dido’s hair. She screamed like a beaver and dropped the ice cream jar she was devouring voraciously. Mater, who just happened to enter the kitchen at that very moment, rolled her eyes. When it was not curry cookies, it was icecream. If she continued to eat ... ·
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“Fuck it” said Tracy, collapsing in a tangled heap. “It’s Friday” and she proceeded to roll a fuck-off big splifferoony. “From now on I’m going to just roll with the flow”
:yahoo_star:When Tracy woke up it was the middle of the night and nobody was up. Alone in the Page Two Dimension again…..wondering what to write, but determined to make the 57th comment notwithstanding……:yahoo_peace_sign:
……wondering, actually, if it’s the 55th comment or the 57th one, as there seemed to be some confusion. Confusion! There’s that word again…..:yahoo_idk:
Not taking any chances, she decided to comment in this one as well…just to cover all options, and still pondering why she kept thinking ‘the right tool for the job’ lately……:yahoo_thinking:
A yellow monkey jumped from the top of the fridge onto Dido’s hair. She screamed like a beaver and dropped the ice cream jar she was devouring voraciously. Mater, who just happened to enter the kitchen at that very moment, rolled her eyes. When it was not curry cookies, it was icecream. If she continued to eat ... ·
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