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kindigoSpreading the disease
Comment & I'll:
1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) In retort, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ.
In other news, I can't believe I have nothing better to write about.
EDIT: Okay, here's something better: I witnessed a baby swap on the bus.
What happened was this (watch as the pea goes under the cup): Third stop (Markt), lady (youngish, long red hair, wearing white and black camo pants) gets on bus with baby in baby carriage. All normal, okay. Seven stops later (Einkaufzenter), lady gets off bus. Alone. huh? At the baby carriage is another woman (short black hair, tan coat), who gets off two stops later (Siedlerweg) with baby and carriage in tow...
There could be a perfectly normal, sane explanation for this, but I can't think what it could be. Like, maybe one lady was a babysitter and or something, and baby-watch shift change. But seriously, why on a freaking bus? So I much prefer the explanation that both women are secret government workers, and the baby is a high-tech genius alien robot prodigy from the future with sekritt government world-takeover plans cleverly hidden in a highly refined brain disguised as a bobble hat. Plan Kukucksuhrwerkschneckeunterbirkenstocken.
It's all a plan to stop those disloyal young men who won't join the army, ingeniously involving diaper bombs andpedophiles pacifists things that babies suck on. And covert surveillience from unexpected places...
Comment & I'll:
1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) In retort, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ.
In other news, I can't believe I have nothing better to write about.
EDIT: Okay, here's something better: I witnessed a baby swap on the bus.
What happened was this (watch as the pea goes under the cup): Third stop (Markt), lady (youngish, long red hair, wearing white and black camo pants) gets on bus with baby in baby carriage. All normal, okay. Seven stops later (Einkaufzenter), lady gets off bus. Alone. huh? At the baby carriage is another woman (short black hair, tan coat), who gets off two stops later (Siedlerweg) with baby and carriage in tow...
There could be a perfectly normal, sane explanation for this, but I can't think what it could be. Like, maybe one lady was a babysitter and or something, and baby-watch shift change. But seriously, why on a freaking bus? So I much prefer the explanation that both women are secret government workers, and the baby is a high-tech genius alien robot prodigy from the future with sekritt government world-takeover plans cleverly hidden in a highly refined brain disguised as a bobble hat. Plan Kukucksuhrwerkschneckeunterbirkenstocken.
It's all a plan to stop those disloyal young men who won't join the army, ingeniously involving diaper bombs and
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Date: 2007-01-22 07:19 pm (UTC)Stupid Sekritt governement.
Yeah.
Post.
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Date: 2007-01-23 05:34 pm (UTC)2) High Tide Waters by Green Carnation
3) You were without a doubt the most opinionated person in our AP Lit class.
4) *the strain of recall* Ah yes, you told Boozy you put a cat in a bag and swung it around your head, and then spent the next few months meowing every time you went past.
5) Grapefruit. And a rhea.
6) So... you were raised to be a killing machine without pain or fear?
7) The infection is like, Solarium or something, jeez.
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Date: 2007-01-24 01:14 am (UTC)2. Ah, good song.
3. Wow. That's pretty intense (like camping!) since we did Have Thalo in class.
4. O.O I never did that! I had a cousin do that once, is what I tell her, but she must have confused it.
5. Mhm. I lurve grapefruit. Is tart like my soul.
6. Yeah. It's...weird. My father wanted me to be perfect where he wasn't, so I was raised pretty strictly, but...I dunno. it never bothered me. I thought that it was what every kid did.