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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|02:10 am] |
Daddy? My head hurts. Can I have a glass of kitchen water? |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|03:23 am] |
Okay.
Who can I piss off enough to earn a citation for disturbing the peace tonight?
Preferably without causing any permanent physical damage to either parties. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|01:34 pm] |
Uh... a tornado? What the hell is that about? And why am I now in New York with girls screaming my name? |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|02:07 pm] |
Rose, your boyfriend is shedding everywhere. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|02:40 pm] |
Mary, come out, come out wherever you are... |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|06:11 pm] |
Due to circumstances quite beyond anyone's control (and possibly some bizarre baking-only form of OCD) it's time for another bakesale at the Turner-Brennan residence.
I've got probably a metric truckload of cookies alone, but there's also pie, and cake, and muffintops, and if there's anything in particular you've been craving, I can probably whip it up pretty quick.
We usually work on the barter system, but if you don't know how to work that, I'll take actual cash too, just for whatever the supplies cost me, mostly you'll be doing me a favor by taking the goodies out of my kitchen (to make room for more >_>)
We're at [address], but we'll make deliveries if that's more your style, give a note here, or give me a call at [cell#] to let me know you're coming, or if you want to set up a delivery. |
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