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Originally Posted by Verencat
Well it all started last August, when the red phone hidden in my roommate's wardrobe rang. Clark, my roommate, was out. He had just been called by a kangaroo wearing a strange bat-hat, jumping around in the yard while chanting instructions to a very complex handshake that implied a very intricate selection of movements and the use of thirty six different, although similar, back flips.
I tried to ignore the phone for a while, but it got louder and louder. I did not know why it was ringing, nor who was calling, all I knew was that whenever Clark answered it he disappeared in a great big cloud of green and pink smoke, and reappeared nine days later with a slight limp and an eye patch. After about twenty minutes, the phone got so loud that my aunt's dog started to bark in Paris, so I resigned myself to risk my life just to preserve eardrums all over the country.
I had never before opened my roommate's closet (it's a privacy thing, I don't rummage in his bright nylon leggings collection, he leaves my gold studded leather underwear alone) so it took me a while to find the red phone among the piles of latex superhero masks and elbow radiographies, but I finally found it.
And then... well the rest is history!
Other than that, I've been mostly doing stuff, really.  |
I don't know what you're taking, Cat....but can I have some, please??
Love ya, missed you, and SO glad you are back!