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Deva: Im glad I dont have to face your work person. Because I'd probably have to give her a good slap round the face.
Im cultivating penicillin under my computer desk if anyone's interested. It started off life as a pot noodle, was eaten, was binned, was forgotten about, I remembered it yesterday, and there was a big "EEEWWWWW" thing, so I didnt want to move it, but now im just curious to see what it'll look like in a few weeks time. Because my mum never comes in this room. I can smell a kinda fresh coffee smell, and although its far too nice for it to be coming off of a mouldy pot-noodle remains, the only coffee there's been was instant in the kitchen downstairs and across the house from here. Strange. |
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