Spring is sprung
Warm today, eh?
If Mat's the commander of the starship fucking enterprise what does that make me?
Every scrap of paper represents a life I've saved:
If Mat's the commander of the starship fucking enterprise what does that make me?
Every scrap of paper represents a life I've saved:
posted by I-Rock at 7:53 AM
10 Comments:
kinda a slob?
No offence.
It works!
Awwww.... what a homely little nest you have made. Buried in, like a little thesis writing gerbil. Soon Spring will come, and you will pop out a whole lot of little squirming innocent pink gerbil-kins, and then you will eat them and hand in your thesis with a moist eyes and a wobbling lower lip.
I don't know which way is out!
Has my glorious paper empire, house of cards if you will, finally collapsed around me? Oh the hubris!
But you're right about the gerbils.
you should have a celebratory bonfire.
i like a good fire.
Gerbils... eugh. Id try and give birth to something tougher, like a ferret. Or maybe a lion or great white or something, and then i would submit my work, but hide my lion or shark on the very last page, trained to destroy the person reading it if they diss it, or behave inappropriately with the document (like putting it up their bum, or masturbating over it), or do any of a number of things you specify that you dont want done. Diggit? xo
Hay ... it is the first day of spring today ... Any luck on the gerbil front, my man?
When is your D-day? When, in fact, cause I rarely pay any attention to general goings on, are you heading overseas?
Hey Chia, Supervisor has final draft at the mo', D-Day probably sometime in the next week or so. But I'm pretty relaxed now, only really minor stuff and paperwork left for me to do.
Leave syd on 1st of Oct. Did you get the invite to my party?
could i please come and visit you?
seriously?
you can have a reciprocal visit with me and there are 3 hot chicks living at my house, and only one of them has a large boyfriend.
What a rat's nest! Or maybe it is like a cocoon, and you will soon emerge a gorgeous butterfly, gingerly relaxing and contracting your new wing muscles as the mild touch of the wind buffets you slightly on your perch, and then... pack your bags, get a taxi to the airport and fly away. Brings a little tear to my eye.
Katie: sure thing!
I'll forward you instructions for how I'd like my three hot chicks prepared.
Mat: The time has come for me to spread my wings and ride the trade winds, and, perchance, cause a hurricane in South America.
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