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[rootofnewt]

if the dress doesn't fit and i can't get the pattern, i'll just wear yarn. lots of yarn. on my head. cascading down godiva-like.

or maybe i'll just wear chocolate.

good chocolate, something soy-free.

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[saintaspartame.livejournal.com]

choccy is always good, I much prefer it to yarn. Andi says that yarn is always good (I'm hanging out at the House of Vamp/Sheep).

I vote for choccy pudding, with big old marble sized black tapioca pearls. 'Cause they'll look really cool when the pudding dries, like you've got nubbly chocolatey skin and stuff!

Charlie, AKA DJ Saint Aspartame the Carless

[krasota.livejournal.com]

you're a sick, sick man....

*slurp*

[saintaspartame.livejournal.com]

If I was all normal and mundane and boring and nice to everyone and sane and could write in sentences that didn't run on and on and on and on, then I'd be boring and mundane and I'd be sorely tempted to put a hit out on myself.

The mention of the hooge black tapioca pearls is due to bubble tea at lunch. kiraboo, ashbet and I had lunch at a Chinese food place after getting lost trying to take a shortcut (I wasn't driving) and they had coffee with hooge black tapioca pearls in iced coffee. I had black plum herbal stuff with the frog-egg looking chewy things. I think it's either the herbal drink or the tapioca that's stealing my brain :P

C

[ashbet]

Don't listen to him . . . his brain was stolen long ago . . . by the BLACK BUNNY RABBITS!!! ;D

-- Andi, who, as noted above, votes for yarn!!

[saintaspartame.livejournal.com]

Black bunnies my furry behind! Far less known than Squid Wars '96 was Black Bunny Rabbit Feast '96 1/2, mostly because it was successful! I quite triumphantly regained my sorry brain and after much coaxing (with beer, bourbon, and a good shot of Chartreuse or fifteen), it crawled back into my head and now lives there happily encased in lead and keening a happy tune about werewolves, kittens named mittens and fat bottomed Coop girls. That, or it's trying to summon an acid dragon to bore its way out of my skull.

At least I'm not the one wearing dead sheep bits dyed in psychedlic colours! Hmmph, the very nerve to mock me to the bunny incident is far beyond the alabaster pale!

Charlie, who killed the lawn (I'm a bastard!)