Topic: The Dis-order of the Disorganised Philosophies.. | |
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Gosh no...no naughty step here...here have a peacock to dust with...
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How come everyone else has an exoctic bird to dust with? I'm stuck with a plain ol' prarie chicken.
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Notice I am giving the birds away? Not actually dusting with them?
And well, prairie chickens are peacocks too, in their minds.. |
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I recomment the blue and red macaw ... here you go Harry
and hooray ... no naughty step |
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well at the moment I'm dusting my nightstand with the bird of paradise...rather useful plumage lol!
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I think I may need a whole flock in my house! I've been gone tooooo loooong.
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comes in to blow the dust off the thread ... uses a blue macaw to dust the corners and the wine shelf
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Ahhh the comfort zone..the saftey zone for those with triangle brains helps Sherrie dust with Harry's socks
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hey girlie ... missed ya
***begins drawing on the walls with crayon*** |
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hey girlie.. I've missed ya too
**starts fashioning shiny hats for triangle brains** |
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I'd like blue feathers and orange flowers on mine please
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ahh but of course
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and shiny bits
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certainly
*adds feather, orange and blue, adds shiny bits too* |
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Did I hear scribbling on walls?
Boy do my ears prick up easily... I love scribbling on the walls...everyhouse I have lived in has a brain fallout scribble on a wall somewhere...from grafiti bathrooms, to murals on the kitchen walls. yay..hello lovelies |
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tosses the lovely Jess a fresh pack of crayons
Turns up the radio ... oh I wish I were a punk rocker with flowers in my hair ... |
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Hello Lee come scribble and fashion shiny hats!!
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"In 77 and 69 revolution was in the aii-iir,
I was bort too late, into a world that doesn't caaaare" Grinning like a loon, crayons, quirky shiny hat, favouristest girlfriends as play mates...and more walls to scribble on than I can imagine alone.. I like how they curve in and out.. |
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The people in this thread scare me....I'm going to back away slowly and get back to wombat gathering
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hands damnits a hat and a red marker ... points to an empty spot on the wall prime for scribbling
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