i'd LOVE to get one!
i'd act like some confused old lady, with 19 cats and a couple million in the bank. i'd set up meetings with them all over Hell's Half-Acre. and each time i didnt show, that can be attributed to Alzheimers or something.
send them on as many goose chases until they've spent a considerable amount of time and money, before giving up.
what does that say about me? is this a normal way of thinking? how has the prospect of creating a little havoc wriggled it's way into my conciousness?
2007-12-03
03:56:46
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