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There's a pile of these weird little curtain-hook thingies sitting by yonder computer. Glaring at me, cheap white-plastic catching rays from tubey light thinger overhead.
All spikes and holes, nasty-looking things.
They set me a challange.
Well, they don't, but I feel like eating them. Dirty little gets.
In my gaping hole they go (ahar, no - t'other one, top side) that's one, two, three, four, five.
Little cramped now, spikey bit thrusting gums. Taste nice, though - like only the smooth, rounded plastic can do sleek with spittle.
Six, seven, eight ... oop, hook on lip. Repeat, hook on lip.
No escape, tiny children.
Nine! Oooh! I feel so acomplished.
Ten, streching gums.
Eleven - retching. Blurg.
Big pile of white slimy crap in my hand. B******s got me gags going.
Mmm ... slick. On to the floor, yee wee devuls, trying to kill me.
I don't know.
There was only one left as well. mnargh
Let's hope the curtains don't go up for a while. Revenge shall be mine - I'll not forget this.
Soon, petty elvish smarmers, soon. Cram - soon. You shall all be mine.
All spikes and holes, nasty-looking things.
They set me a challange.
Well, they don't, but I feel like eating them. Dirty little gets.
In my gaping hole they go (ahar, no - t'other one, top side) that's one, two, three, four, five.
Little cramped now, spikey bit thrusting gums. Taste nice, though - like only the smooth, rounded plastic can do sleek with spittle.
Six, seven, eight ... oop, hook on lip. Repeat, hook on lip.
No escape, tiny children.
Nine! Oooh! I feel so acomplished.
Ten, streching gums.
Eleven - retching. Blurg.
Big pile of white slimy crap in my hand. B******s got me gags going.
Mmm ... slick. On to the floor, yee wee devuls, trying to kill me.
I don't know.
There was only one left as well. mnargh
Let's hope the curtains don't go up for a while. Revenge shall be mine - I'll not forget this.
Soon, petty elvish smarmers, soon. Cram - soon. You shall all be mine.
I did it.
Organisation was the key - no cramming.
There's nothing else to eat around here.
Organisation was the key - no cramming.
There's nothing else to eat around here.
An actual floppy disk, or something the width of a floppy disk.
What're you getting at?
What're you getting at?
Can anyone cram the width of a floppy disk in their mouths?
I can't
:s
I can't
:s
11? I done 23 before.
Azul wrote:
> Also: You worry me.
He worries me.
And sheep.
> Also: You worry me.
He worries me.
And sheep.
Also: You worry me.
ARRAGAGHAGHRHH!
I missed another! Sneaking cockshank - stealthy trails to the other side of the desk.
2 short, after all.
The hill swells again.
I thought I suppressed that gag reflex years ago.
I missed another! Sneaking cockshank - stealthy trails to the other side of the desk.
2 short, after all.
The hill swells again.
I thought I suppressed that gag reflex years ago.
Apologies.
I must depart, their whining has begun again - a little pile of putrid arrogance.
I must depart, their whining has begun again - a little pile of putrid arrogance.
Gantelet*
There's a pile of these weird little curtain-hook thingies sitting by yonder computer. Glaring at me, cheap white-plastic catching rays from tubey light thinger overhead.
All spikes and holes, nasty-looking things.
They set me a challange.
Well, they don't, but I feel like eating them. Dirty little gets.
In my gaping hole they go (ahar, no - t'other one, top side) that's one, two, three, four, five.
Little cramped now, spikey bit thrusting gums. Taste nice, though - like only the smooth, rounded plastic can do sleek with spittle.
Six, seven, eight ... oop, hook on lip. Repeat, hook on lip.
No escape, tiny children.
Nine! Oooh! I feel so acomplished.
Ten, streching gums.
Eleven - retching. Blurg.
Big pile of white slimy crap in my hand. B******s got me gags going.
Mmm ... slick. On to the floor, yee wee devuls, trying to kill me.
I don't know.
There was only one left as well. mnargh
Let's hope the curtains don't go up for a while. Revenge shall be mine - I'll not forget this.
Soon, petty elvish smarmers, soon. Cram - soon. You shall all be mine.
All spikes and holes, nasty-looking things.
They set me a challange.
Well, they don't, but I feel like eating them. Dirty little gets.
In my gaping hole they go (ahar, no - t'other one, top side) that's one, two, three, four, five.
Little cramped now, spikey bit thrusting gums. Taste nice, though - like only the smooth, rounded plastic can do sleek with spittle.
Six, seven, eight ... oop, hook on lip. Repeat, hook on lip.
No escape, tiny children.
Nine! Oooh! I feel so acomplished.
Ten, streching gums.
Eleven - retching. Blurg.
Big pile of white slimy crap in my hand. B******s got me gags going.
Mmm ... slick. On to the floor, yee wee devuls, trying to kill me.
I don't know.
There was only one left as well. mnargh
Let's hope the curtains don't go up for a while. Revenge shall be mine - I'll not forget this.
Soon, petty elvish smarmers, soon. Cram - soon. You shall all be mine.