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sheesh, sorry Ol. That's just plain nasty. Magickal types will send our healing vibes, fear ye not.
And on a rather less esoteric note, if your sisters' is rented, you shd sue the landperson for not fitting safety glass.
Should I also attempt to cheer you up by conveying an image of Flowers being force-fed coffee at Victoria station and immediately vomiting said coffee all over said station? (Well hell, it makes me chuckle. On an archival note, I think that puts Our Lady of the Cookie-Flipping at a total of 4 voms that day. I feel that this outdoes Rizla's putrescent puking of my poor flat some years back, and also may even threaten Flyboy's crown as the 'Lith's Champion Boozemonster (which, let's face it, he's been steadily loosing his grip on for a while). Ahhh... sic transit gloria mundi. My Lady of the Chunk-Blowing, step forth! Receive thy crown! You've made us all very, very proud. |
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