During my previous stay at London and the day afterwards:
Wednesday 10/08/16 - "Pear-shaped flasks - that's an accident waiting to happen." - Me.
Thursday 11/08/16 - "That's not a heart; are you blind? It's a beetroot." - My friend Eleanor.
Sunday 14/08/16 - "Listen to the beat of my stomach-heart" - My brother (nii-nii-chan).
Try to guess the context if you want.
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Oops. Sorry, forgot to pick up my pies.
It's Lemon Meringue Pie Day.
They were left overs.
Ignore me.
Leave.
It's
fINE.
YOU ARE READING
Confessions, Crummy Comedy & Creative Block
RandomBASICALLY, as the title says. In other words: S.T.U.F.F. But it's the type of stuff I write down when I can't think of anything else to do. So I made this for you. In other words: utter mindless rubbish. It's not writing really, just my mind splatte...
