Thoughts of a dying humourist

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Monday, December 19, 2005

What is there to say?

1) Im really , really bad at maths.

2) I have a irrational fear of talking dolls (chucky, saw 2 etc etc)

3) Im pretty good at cooking although no one believes me.

4) I once dreamt I was stranded in the Sahara and ended up sleep-crawling about my room for about half and hour before I woke up.

5) Nothing upsets me more than animal abuse.

Anni
22:06
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