it is very nice. you should visit. just discovered new places to picnic that haven't been cleared for housing developments. it yearns for Fancy Cakes and Magic Hat.
I too look for new posts, only to find none. Boooooo! Boo I say! However I did not notice the new quotes until the M above pointed them out to which I say: YAY! Yay for new quotes! They are most humorous and I especially like the one about happiness and kicking because it sounds like you two.
I agree with the other posters. More posts I say! I check every morning, knowing that a new post from Simon and Ivan will mean a morning of hillarity and joy, but alas, none is to be.
Hedgehogs, we all just melancholy, what with the lack of posting. Where art thou, posts?
Also, when rankled, your readers apparently take to writing like members of the House of Lords or wherever it is where old, crustified British men ripe each other new ones. Either that or they channel Juliet. Whichever.
There are only two possible messages. The first is an automatic response to the second and the second is an automatic response to the first. The first is, "Here I am, here I am, here I am." The second is, "So glad you are, so glad you are, so glad you are." (Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan)
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spring! looks beautiful out there...
it is very nice. you should visit. just discovered new places to picnic that haven't been cleared for housing developments. it yearns for Fancy Cakes and Magic Hat.
::searching for flights::
no one has posted, but the quotes have changed. i heartily approve of stranger in a strange land.
I too look for new posts, only to find none. Boooooo! Boo I say! However I did not notice the new quotes until the M above pointed them out to which I say: YAY! Yay for new quotes! They are most humorous and I especially like the one about happiness and kicking because it sounds like you two.
I agree with the other posters. More posts I say! I check every morning, knowing that a new post from Simon and Ivan will mean a morning of hillarity and joy, but alas, none is to be.
Hedgehogs, we all just melancholy, what with the lack of posting. Where art thou, posts?
Also, when rankled, your readers apparently take to writing like members of the House of Lords or wherever it is where old, crustified British men ripe each other new ones. Either that or they channel Juliet. Whichever.
RIP.
RIP each other new ones.
Not ripe. That is a whole other image.
Alas.
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