note the time.
The sound of *raspberries* echoes through the darkened upper floor, then silence. Soon after, there is muted giggling, then more *raspberries.”
They’re like children playing in bed after lights out, with hushed voices.
And knowing they’re NOT children… well, I’m sceert to go upstairs.
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schlemaggle has made a Comment
“how do you time these things so well?”, he asks. *he* was pulling *my* finger and let one go. and then the battle of the farting noises ensued. at some point, we yelled for you, not getting an answer, so we stopped. we didn’t want to wake you up with the laughing and fake farting. 🙂
May 24, 2002 @ 3:10 am
skjarl has made a Comment
It’s like girlblah is psychic or something..
May 24, 2002 @ 5:44 am