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Hey, Person. I'm bored. I should get in your lap.
What do you mean, play with my bird? I couldn't be less interested in that bird.
Oh no, here I go.
Why can't I resist this thing?
Must. Stop. Must. Resist. This isn't what I wanted.
That's it, your lap. I wanted to get in your lap.
I'll just do that now.
Posted on December 20, 2012 at 11:08 AM | Permalink
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