I found what I thought was a rat turd in the bedroom this morning but it turned out to be nothing more than an old, dried raisin. Sunmaid, to be precise, I checked the cupboard. Now why did I even contemplate tasting what I thought was rat poo? That reminded me of when I worked in a stores and one of the lads shouted over, "Ian! How do you spell ratchet?" So I spelled it out "r-a-t-s-h-i-t." He didn't blink an eye lid and his daily issues report went happily on it's way to accounts. Funny how a sun maid raisin can conjure such vivid delights. blah!
The only name that springs to mind when I think back over last winter. The only name that shines amidst the pit of snidy, malicious green faces I found at this site - was karl wiggins!
karl wiggins, everyone. karl - wiggins.
I feel a little sorry for AG, who is getting toasted a little here, but actually seems rather nice. She is being burned by proximity.
Perhaps the best way to carry on a one-to-one conversation is by IM or email, then it won't irritate other people so much.
oh! I sense the cronies are tired of the park bench and are approaching with walking sticks aloft. ah...it happens every once in a while. Forum cleansing I think we could name it. :)
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