Poor Prunelope, languishing out there in the frosty hinterlands of the DriveWay. I'm sorry, you can't come inside, no matter how much you plead. You're too heavy to sit on the couch, you'd make a mess on the carpets and you're kinda short on conversation most of the time. You must remain outside. Sorry. But i still like you.
Friday, February 11, 2011
February 5
Poor Prunelope, languishing out there in the frosty hinterlands of the DriveWay. I'm sorry, you can't come inside, no matter how much you plead. You're too heavy to sit on the couch, you'd make a mess on the carpets and you're kinda short on conversation most of the time. You must remain outside. Sorry. But i still like you.
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