*makes of it a hat*

*makes fun it of*

I never said it was for me *fits it 'pon Alys' head, secure in the knowledge that she will never know of it*

I never said I was laughing at you.

So I know what Alys' excuse is, flimsy though it may be. What about Griefy?

She isn't around enough.

Do they need an excuse?

Why wouldn't they?

I dunno.

 

What's YOURS?

 

(psst I'm back in the Cavs again! Yay!)

There is no excuse acceptable for abandoning Fiddlesticks (well, one has slowly been developing...)

Just like Wilma, she never changed from that white cloth.

Not even after Labor Day! *gasp*

Just when it mattered most.

That being when the Hercules Beetles descended 'pon the eyes of the public.

I'm not an idiot.

Was that two days after or before Labor Day?

*bumpernickels*

Those are made out of butterfingers

YUmliciousness.

With a capital "Y-U" even.

Now watch me yuuuuuuuuuuuuuu >.<

I hate that song with a passion but it just got stuck in my head >:(

Whatever happens in the end, just don't say I warned you, cause more than likely, I didn't, and was actually watching from a distance, laughing at you.

I have no idea what your getting at. Perhaps it's better that way?

Somebody once complained that there was too much cheese. We killed them. There is never too much cheese.

Then we killed all the witnesses, including ourselves.  Dead men tell no tales.