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Mar. 30th, 2006

There is a weasel that lives in my head.

Today he has decided to have a few friends over for a party.

They are playing weaselball, complete with a full Taiko drum orchestra.

I am loaded up on decongestants and painkillers to the point where my eyes aren't following quite right when I turn my head.

Give me pity love.

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molasses
Mar. 30th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)
oopsy, plus

Feel Better Soon!
scummyfred
Mar. 30th, 2006 05:34 pm (UTC)
I give you pity having just finished the weaselball virus.

really hits the sinus dont it?

get well soon dude.
themadblonde
Mar. 30th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)
*pity love*
hope the weasels wrap it up soon.
being_isis
Mar. 30th, 2006 08:25 pm (UTC)
*pity love and non-pity love, all wrapped into one*

hope you feel better. maybe it was the cat boxes that did it.
gingerpook
Mar. 30th, 2006 10:33 pm (UTC)
*pets the marmot*
fu_momma
Mar. 31st, 2006 04:50 am (UTC)
Pity?
The Fu-Momma has not pity. The fu-momma is an ass-kicker.

Suck it up. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Be the stag, feel it's heart pounding. We few, we happy happy few. We band of brothers. Be a mench. The children! Think of the children! Pull yourself together man.

There, don't you feel better?

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