The Isolated Blurt Thread XIII: I'll Gladly Pay You Tuesday for Slap and Tickle Today

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*Wonders if Jelly checks all of that for new typos I either did or did not add*
 
The cure for seasonal depression is as follows:
8 pints of anything but Guinness, unless they're made into Irish car bombs
1 Generous serving of Kung Pao/or Szechuan Chicken and Peanuts
1 internet accessible Juke Box
20 dollars in disposable cash

^^This would be absolutely fucking perfect.
 
Tath shows up and everyone sees what "outside the box" thinking really looks like.
Clever, lovely, bastid. :rose:

BB how are things in the Land Of Lincoln?

No Box
No Inside or Outside
The moment yields Silliness
Ah you understand
Silly Woman
 
pain. and pain. and more pain.
and mess. such a bloody mess.

yes, i should be asleep now too.
 
chicken broth
steam to breath
hercule poirot on the screen

Moo almost ran off the bed

A bit toasty
 
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