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Oh you were never a bloody child.
*feels sorry for little Momo*
You were a weird little putz from the very start. I'll always remember you shuffling into my house like an Exodus robot. "Shalom aleychem, Lord Seiren, my name is Ifan and I am eleven years old. I seek your permission to mingle with your daughter in a friendly fashion." I half-expected you to start beeping and burst into flames. This little boy, I thought, he's never going to turn out normal - and I was right.
dont be rude lindi, you told me when you wer a litle boy you used to bild castles out of sand and then stomp on them wile wering a velvet frock and a crown becase you wanted to be queen of the unverse
Correct, I was regal and ambitious from the very start.
Meanwhile, when you were a child, you thought that you could plant a chocolate chip and grow a cupcake tree... oh wait, you weren't a child when you thought that, you were seventy-four.
Meanwhile, when you were a child, you thought that you could plant a chocolate chip and grow a cupcake tree... oh wait, you weren't a child when you thought that, you were seventy-four.
Instead of being given dinner at home, I was presented with an assortment of miscellaneous worthless trinkets every afternoon and forced to wander around Umbra until I could convince somebody to take them in return for food. My siblings and I were encouraged to not only achieve at the maximum level in all our endeavours to earn our parents' love, but to sabotage each other in the process, as our parents were too busy to give affection to more than one child at a time. My grandmother also used to call me a fat little toad. In her defence, I was.
You looked like a dour pumpkin.
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EBERBUDDIES HABE AGREAT DAZE, YOU TO MOMO
EBERBUDDIES HABE AGREAT DAZE, YOU TO MOMO
wow
Is that a town in the U.S. ..sounds mid western
Little goblin, I'd like to apologise on behalf of Molokha for ruining your good-natured greetings thread.
Alouenikah and I are doing our best to socialise him, but he's a bit fear-reactive toward social situations, so we're just gradually introducing him to new people and environments that aren't too far outside his comfort zone while working on his recall and leash training. We're keeping him away from small kids and cats for now until we have a better handle on his behaviour, and we keep him close at heel because he's not microchipped and we don't want him to run away. Hopefully soon he'll reach a point where we can take him to the park and let him run around off-leash with all the other sad schlubby middle-aged men who've never been kissed.
BEEES OKIE DOKIE, HIMZ NEEEDS TO LETZ IT ALL OUT *GIBES MOMO AN ICE CREEMS CONE*
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Good morning. Fannie May Mint Meltaway ice cream. I had that last night. It is to LIVE for!
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Oy, Molokha, you were doing so well too.
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Good morning!
It's really very easy. Just think to yourself, "What would a creepy sad 48-year-old virgin whose parents didn't like him do in this situation?" and do the exact opposite.
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Good morning.
I am not yet comfortable with the mechanisms of this "stratics" discussion forum, and I do not know how to change my profile picture to something more appropriate. Lindae is refusing to help. He was the one who changed it in the first place and he says that it sums me up perfectly. I fear that people will think that I am, in fact, a melancholy Julia Roberts - which is not true, either figuratively or literally.
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HOMER
hallo
Good morning!
*wriggles happily*
Amber! Nobody took me up on my very generous offer of three million gold pieces for any woman brave enough to date Molokha and now I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with him. Do you want him? He can guard your belongings or sweep your floors or - look I don't bloody know, I just want him out of my attic, Alouenikah keeps bringing home antique violins and we have nowhere to put them all because the attic is currently Molokha's deer skeleton reconstruction laboratory, and he paces around the house all night murmuring about paladins.