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Mordant, you really are a fucking freak aren't you? And not in a nice way.
in fact, Bill, if you could hold out your hands, 'bout ten inches apart, I've got some wool that needs winding....
Sorry BIP, I never touch the stuff. (Seeing an entire ball go through one of this guy's tits on thursday night is the closest i ever got to wool.)
maybe be able to do one, very bad, stitch!
Anna, please, listen to me, there's no such thing as 'just the one'. That's what everyone says when they start, but it'll turn into two, it'll become rhythmic, then habitual, and before you know it, you'll need a knit first thing in the morning, you'll be sneaking knits at lunchtime and you'll never be able to get to sleep at night without a knit. Just Say 'No'. Please.
Christ, I've a good mind to start stamp-collecting to spite you all... |
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