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Christmas' Guide to the Sherman-Townshend House, and Associates

Aug. 23rd, 2006 | 01:04 pm

HENRY: smells like toast
full of love :3
feeds me!!!!!!!!!!
good to lie on for hours bcuz too polite to extricate numb limb

LIZ: smells like struedal
full of hate >:3
deprives me of nourishment!!!!!!!!!! and attention!!!!!!!!!!!!11
owns many things that can be clawed, including limbs

WARREN: tastes funny DO NOT WANT
wily, conniving
must be approached like ninja

JOHN: smells like sawdust
keeps me from fishLiz!!!!!! >:|
warm & heavy sleeper. its the face for him!! lol

FISHLIZ: smells like dinner
fearz me!!!!!!!
must show love to :3 repeatedly, often :3

LABBOY: smells like chemicals
owner of THE CHAIRMAN and the DOG grr
tastes funny DO NOT WANT

LARGEMAN: smells like when the people forget about boiling water on stove
V. TALL!!!!!!!!! scary
tastes funny DO NOT WANT

FISHMAN: smells delicious
wears dinnerguards around shins :(

COATMAN: smells like bbq
friendly!!!!!!! sometimes feeds
intriguing pockets

STATUEMAN: smells like dirt
no fud ?? confused
good to climb on

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Aug. 17th, 2006 | 02:23 am
feeling: jovial jovial

Dearest Chairman,

I say, old bean! How goes it? Smashingly well, I do hope. I take particular interest in the general events of your life for good reason, Chairman old sport, for I've a proposition to deliver unto both you and your heterosexual life partner, Snuffles. (Dashed luck with the diet, but chin up, I'm sure you'll attenuate that lardlined trouserbuster of a rotund fatty fatty two by four gut! Ha! Ha!) I do hope this doesn't come across as too forward, my dear friends! I simply felt it best to be proactive what with the snug living situation!

Anyhow, let's cut the globular, cholesterol clogged heart of the matter, shall we? My proposition for the both of you is as follows: I hereby propose that either yourself or your erstwhile blubberwhale companion Snuffles strike up a conversation with that insipid "cockapoo" (as I hear they are often referred to in the salty venacular, ha, ha) two doors down, and following this friendly overture, invite her back to your place of abode whereupon either or both of you shall pursue a more intimate acquaintance. She should then become equally as familiar with the horse you rode in on.

How about it, old chum?

Stop using my litter box,
Christmas, esq.

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Feb. 3rd, 2006 | 03:16 am

wrong food!!! stupid boy
i dont like that food i watn the otherfood
grr revenj

lernd howto turn fahcet on, lol

litebox-flattray hummmmmmms,mmmmmrr fels nice napnow zzzz,x mcdh/lglnnnnnnnn/d
fkdoke dmvdv



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Oct. 13th, 2005 | 12:36 pm

new ppl!!

ninja vanish!

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ahhhh hyoomans

Oct. 5th, 2005 | 06:09 am
feeling: satisfied satisfied

ppl everywhere!~!13 mm food. henry fed me ♥♥♥♥♥♥

FIRE time 2 hide under bed

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Sep. 30th, 2005 | 07:36 pm

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Sep. 24th, 2005 | 10:15 pm

nothign 2 claw!!`11 grr

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Sep. 19th, 2005 | 06:14 pm
feeling: pleased pleased

pwned >:3

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Sep. 17th, 2005 | 06:48 pm
feeling: scared scared

omg wht??

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Sep. 17th, 2005 | 01:37 am

hyooman secks!!``1!!

edit: hyooman BUTT secks lmaonade

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