He's bought another ebay piece. Half an hour to go on a third, and he's interested.
He's just kissed me.
Ooer!!(!)
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
1 comment:
nothing spikes up the old adrenelin like an ebay push.
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