June 2012
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Me taking care of children
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jenesaispourquoi asked: Now that i know your URL is supposed to be movable nu and not mova blenu (whatever that was) i always misspell it now >_< thought you'd be amused. [Apparently i don't know how to spell movable. i want there to be another e. moveable.] [[well, spellcheck accepts moveable, but that's not the point. also it looks silly. i'm going to bed now.]]
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tablet pen just where the hell are you
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The watchmen realized that the man holding them up had paused to redesign his...
– Terry Pratchett, Jingo
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Weather forecast: 64 degrees with sunshine.
English Person: Quick let's get the BBQ, paddling pool and deck chairs out, let me go get my shorts and flip flops oh and don't forget the sun tan cream factor 50.
WELSH PERSON: What is this strange, bright light? Oh my God, get inside children, get inside, it could be dangerous, have we got anything to protect ourselves, no, only raincoats, oh help, what's this odd feeling, I'm not cold, it must be what we've read about... warmth.
SCOTTISH PERSON: WIT THE FUCK IS THAT
Texas Person: Oh God. OH GOD. WHERE DID THE WARMTH GO? JESUS SAVE US ALL. HURRY TO CHURCH AND PRAY, CHILDREN, PRAY THAT THIS FROZEN LANDSCAPE SOON THAWS.
Florida Person: It's such a nice day outside today. Maybe...whaT THE FUCK WHY IS IT SO DAMN COLD. TIME TO BREAK OUT THE JACKETS, SCARFS, UGGS, PANTS, AND MY HAT. JESUS CHRIST WHAT--FUCK IT'S RAINING.
Minnesota Person: Oh I see it's not -30 or 100 so dis must be one of them Spring daays I hear abooot. Yah fur sur.
Tumblr Person: Nice day for blogging.
California Person: Oh great, more fog.
Spirit World: Haha.
Australian Person: Fuck, mate, when did we get to Melbourne?
Georgia Person: I swear it was 80 degrees like...two seconds ago.
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If there was no truth, what was there left? And these bumbling old men spent...
– Terry Pratchett, Small Gods (via justaduck)