My mother-Now remember Robert, don't beleive a girl just because she says she's on the pill
Me-what pill?
My mother-oh christ....
But that was quite a while ago, and i now know that the pill is a type of tax that women have to pay based on the size of their breasts. Winter is here and i am cold. i wear 5 layers to bed and still wake with a shiver. Maybe i should really invest in some thermal under wear, for the fashion police deemed me criminally inane a long time ago.
Ploughing my way through lost, the result of which a new sexy theory has emerged. Metallic objects disrupt the smoke monster from taking corpeal form, hence why evil locke had to get richard to yank that bullet outta past locke, and ALSO why echo's brother couldn't be impersonated (excluding dreams) till echo took the metal cross off him. Also, i suspect the valinzetti equation is far older than you might think...
the futures comin fast, and maybe i should actually start making some plans to meet and greet it, rather than it just barging in unannounced and drinking all my hooch.
also me and musical dave (his other nickname is too harsh for the online world) decided to form a band named THE DEVILS THREEWAY! it doesn't get much more ambiguous than that.
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