' HONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, WHERE'S MY INHALER ? '
' you threw it away, you fat boy '
Iona, shut up.
This is all you and your fantasy-that-goes-waaaaaay-beyond-any-limit's fault that I can't get this line out of my head.
I hope he doesn't know my bloglink.
Please, or else I'll drink one bottle of RAT POISON out of my guilty.
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