On Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:25:47 -0700, Troia
<troia.legata@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>NightMist wrote:
>> Went shoping at the gardening place today, just for mulch and soil
>> ammendments. Since all the soil testing says I am rich in everything
>> but nitrogen, I picked up a couple three pounds of blood meal.
>>
>> When we got home and popped open the back of the van to unload, a
>> woman and her kid were walking up the hill and noticed the bags with
>> "Dried Blood" written on them in lurid red.
>> She stopped for a minute and asked what on earth I was going to do
>> with dried blood.
>> It was at that very moment that I was possessed by the goddess Eris.
>> For instead of just telling her I said, "We had to pick up some
>> kool-aid because we are having a kegger for vampires this weekend, and
>> couldn't get enough live people to come. By the way, what are you
>> doing after dark this Saturday?"
>> She ran away very fast dragging her toddler after her.
>>
>> NightMist
>> one of these days the peasants are going to be outside my walls with
>> the pitchforks and torches.
>
>
>In re. the subject you put on this thread:
>
>Was there ever any doubt??????
>
Well kiri keeps telling me "you are so bad!" when I leave some poor
idiot gasping after a verbal vivisection. There is this small cluster
of people who keep insisting that I am _not_ bad, or even naughty,
just honest, exuberant, or "very clever" though.
The "very clever" subsection may be doomed to extinction though.
They are the sort of people wherein they view the full sized replica
of the Taj Mahal that someone constructed out of old tires, empty
peanut butter jars, and toothpicks, and immediately say "well aren't
you clever". Such creatures must perish.
NightMist
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Nothing has been the same since that house fell on my sister.
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