I must kill this feeling with fire. Or a giant icicle from outside. That's what we do with lonely here. Aint got no time for the lonely. You put lonely in a little box under your bed. And forget about it. like yearbooks or gremlins. Ahhhh gremlins!! Now I have bigger problems! :: covers my feet ::
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wizard0:
What if the gremlins mate with the hobos? They'd be unstoppable!
dmaggot:
@wizard0 That's how hobgoblins are born.