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Evidently the product of my own personal Magrathea, the conversations run something like this:
ME: I adore you.
HIM: What?
ME: I adore you.
HIM: Erm... (Thoughtful pause) ..166 centimetres, I think.
Hang on, I'll get my licence.
Dear Universe, if you do anything to sod this up I'll be up there to kick you where it hurts.
posted by Magnificent Trout @ 10:19 am
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7 Comments:
I'm so lost!
"How tall are you?" And no panic, this is someone else! A letter is winging its way to you.
why Magrathea? are you two creating planets already?!?!?!?!
perhaps Krikkit????
:-)
don't worry--I'll be be right there in the kicking line too!
167 centimetres, to be exact.
The Department of Main Roads can be careless at times. As can individuals with wonky ears, brains, or access to Google.
Googling and finding this place worried you. Fear not! It makes me laugh. It breaks my heart. I love you more because of it.
Please don't hide anything because of me.
I shall be looking for two huge pairs of (Tasmanian) Blunnies. That way, should any malevolent Universe diddle us around, we can give it a jolly good booting. Up the wazoo, if needs be.
And we'll all be there right behind you.....
Welcome Mr J
I'd like to thank everyone for the warm welcome. I'd also like to express my appreciation that none of you have drawn attention to my modifier, dangling embarrassingly in the earlier post.
You are all too, too kind.
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