*sitting in corner, eyes all bloodshot and stuff, a little hologram of Chris next to me*
You don't understand...don't doubt the worm...
See-through zone...
Burritos...
Gas powered stick...
*licks Plum*
Winger-whatever is the universe...
Because...
Catbug is love. Catbug is life.
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The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
Random2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.
