On plants.
My girlfriend believes that the plant we have in our bedroom, which has been sprouting new shoots since about a week or two (or tentacles, as she refers to them), will, at some point, start attacking her as she sleeps.
I, on the other hand, believe my girlfriend might be ever so slightly insane.
While on the subject of plants - I don't like 'em. In fact, I've recently decided to become a vegetarian, not because I don't like meat --I love meat!-- but simply because I hate plants. However, there's no need to feel sorry for the plants, because they feel the same way about me. The few plants I do own loathe being close to me so much, that they won't shy away from committing Harakiri - yes, plants in my house don't just die, like normal plants, no no, they commit suicide. Slow but deliberate suicide.
Well, fuck 'em all, I say.
Cheers
I, on the other hand, believe my girlfriend might be ever so slightly insane.
While on the subject of plants - I don't like 'em. In fact, I've recently decided to become a vegetarian, not because I don't like meat --I love meat!-- but simply because I hate plants. However, there's no need to feel sorry for the plants, because they feel the same way about me. The few plants I do own loathe being close to me so much, that they won't shy away from committing Harakiri - yes, plants in my house don't just die, like normal plants, no no, they commit suicide. Slow but deliberate suicide.
Well, fuck 'em all, I say.
Cheers
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I'm thinking that you must have too much free time on your hand lately, seeing how you're reading so much.
This is the 17th book of the year - that is hardly a lot. About two books a month, on average.
Cheers
Yes, Noodle, stop reading so much! Don't you have a TV? ;)
P.S.: You stole my alarm clock?!
Yes. Yes, I did.
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