JUST D!! you are SOOOO BUSTED!!! JUST D!! you are SOOOO BUSTED!!!
JUST D!! you are SOOOO BUSTED!!! 
wombat
18 y
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Alluding to my fame....is so....how you say?
EMBARASSING.
Please...Wombatan....others (who have been recently secretly emailing me, trying to ride my coattails to truly-not-so-very-interesting albeit decadent cocktail parties at obscure, Swedish-or-is-it-German-sounding nightclubs with the faint, but distinct! aroma of urine.)
I am just....one of YOU. (except that my glory days are through -- THROUGH - DO YOU HEAR ME???!! And you...well, YOU....have only better things to look forward to. Yes???)
Siiigh.
Sometimes Nancy Drew can be so.....tedious, no?
(back to my Moorepark map, I almost have it googled to perfection!)
Just....D.
DARE YOUUUUUUU. *garlic-breath fumes in your general direction*
I'll have you know that after my immediate family each bought triplicate and forced them upon friends (alas! now former) and immediate neighbors there were at least a few GOOD DOZEN OR MORE albums that were purchased from people who didn't even KNOW MEEEE.
*sniff*
Besides, I am thinking a name change is in order as I have the distinct feeling we (or at least _I_) am beginning to irritate more than one curezoner with my silliness on this very important forum.
(seriously, I am beginning to feel guilty.)
Perhaps we can start a jokster forum, because you are a sheer delight and make me chortle greatly.) Therefore, I will be coming back as Konfetti Bomber, former terrorist-turned-peaceful beatnick once all of those detestable toxins exited my (rock-hard from living in the desert so long) body.
Until then - my sweet! *tossing one of my many in reserve copies of konfetti bomber for you to remember me by*
You are very much like this friend I had in second grade. Every day we would end up in the principal's office, leaning against a wall for the second half of lunch recess -- because EVERY day we would both inevitably be drawn to the 'big kid's playground' (much cooler than our own) and would get busted and sent to the principal's office.
You would think after a few times we would wise up....but the it was the combination of us both that inevitably became the ruin of the other!
Still, I have lots of good memories of us leaning against the wall....sliding down in our little girl shoes until our skirts almost hit the floor or the stern receptionist gave us a warning look for us to straighten up.
Lots of surpressed giggling....ah sweet youth!
(swish oil)
