| Hellmark 2005-07-27, 8:41 pm |
| Smeghead's last words before the Sword of Azrial plunged through his body
were:
quote:
> On 27 Jul 2005 07:21:06 GMT, "Miracle Smith" <miracle@spamcop.net>
> wrote:
> The webserver under his bed. <---- that's the non-comedy answer I had
> to force myself to give.
hehe
quote:
>
> Hella clutter I can abide. It's when people start leaving bowls of
> mold-covered milk & Lucky Charms, sandwich crusts, soiled laundry and
> infants on spikes (Izzard ref. for Mr. K) laying about that really
> gets up my nose.
I dont ever let dishes and other stuff pile up.
quote:
> I have relatives that you go over to their flat and it's like, "In the
> name of all that's Holy! How do you live like this?!" People who just
> sitting on their sofa becomes an adventure in
> not-setting-off-a-crap-o-lanch. People who'd offer you a drink, but it
> would mean washing a cup. The sink is a monument of teetering
> crockery.
> And at that point you cannot avoid infestation. And I loath
> cockroaches.
yeah, Not like that here. Soda cans are the only things crap wise that
piles up around here.
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