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May 26, 2005
All right, look.
The plain fact is, one of you has stolen my Thurber and I need it back now. I need the racist, sexist humor, and I need the cartoons about seals. So please, if you stole it, give it back to me.
Alternately, and this is more likely, if I loaned it to you, aren't you done by now? These stories, they're not so long. What are you, retarded, that it takes you this long to read a book of Thurber? Besides, if you give it back I promise you can borrow this lovely Saki.
Posted by didofoot at May 26, 2005 05:11 PM
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I confess:
I stole it.
From your shelf.
The non-Dungeons and Dragons shelf.
It's been stoled.
By me! Ha!
Posted by: kati at May 26, 2005 05:18 PM
ok, that's a lie.
Posted by: kati at May 26, 2005 05:18 PM
I have your Thurber. I didn't read a single page in the months I've had it, because I was pretty much monogamous with Joyce and Milton these past few months. I will be home late tonight, but I can bring it by your house, along with a non-Swiss-cheesed "Figure 8".
Posted by: sean at May 26, 2005 05:33 PM
YAY! but no, it's fine. i know where you live, and now i know where my thurber lives too. keep it as long as you like. though i will possibly come by this weekend to get figure 8, god bless you.
(retard.)
Posted by: didofoot at May 26, 2005 05:38 PM
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