I'm too exhausted to be outraged.
I'm also way too exhausted to be a murderer or, obviously, a serial killer.
all that MESS to clean up, bodies to hide...it's simply not worth it.
although my sister DID tell me a woman in Africa has been arrested for turning a couple of people into yams. She was totally serious about it.
Now, that's something I could do: turn you into a yam.
How's tomorrow work for you?
eta: I am working up a resentment that NO ONE has commented on my poem in the Creative Expression thread. You're all just a bunch of Grisham-reading poetasters anyway! Harumph!
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
Last edited by Trilby; 10-28-2012 at 03:38 PM.
Reason: direct dwellars to my poem about halloween
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