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I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs. I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there. Over my shoulder a piano falls, crashing to the ground. I'm breaking through, I'm bending spoons, I'm keeping flowers in full bloom. I'm looking for answers from the great beyond.
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[14 Nov 2009|09:23pm] |
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[private to Greta]
Two points of interest for you.
1. Dancing lessons. When are we going to plan for those?
2. I may possibly be spending tomorrow tampering with a bludger. In the off-chance that I injure myself, hit my head, and begin insisting that no, really, I'm fine, will you be available to tell me I'm being ridiculous and ought to go to Mungo's?
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[private to Order blokes]
In the interest of helping to suss out what's happened with the bludger, I've devised a test to run. It's not ready to go yet. But, in that vein, I may or may not need to know the names of a few able-bodied volunteers beforehand. Everyone will be properly outfitted, so the chance of risks occurring should be minimal, but they'd include the general complications that arise from being hit by a bludger. So. Any takers?
[/Order blokes]
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