I like to think of myself as a hip, modern, culturally sensitive cat who believes in equality for all...
But; if Eleanor Dwyryd sat me down with a Welsh buffet and played the harp for me while I ate; nobody would ever see me again. I’d simply belong to her, and I’d have no reason to ever leave.
But; if Eleanor Dwyryd sat me down with a Welsh buffet and played the harp for me while I ate; nobody would ever see me again. I’d simply belong to her, and I’d have no reason to ever leave.
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(I also can’t remember why that one victim was green or blue, so I probably should rewatch it. But I do remember enjoying the scene at the post office!)
Also, “gig in Gulgron” is exceptionally fun to say. I think I found my new vocal stim for the next three weeks…