...and then climb out of bed long enough to see if I had mood hair or black and yellow eyes. Then probably crawl back into bed, snuggle in, pull the covers over my head and whisper sweet nothings of "Rimble-fucking-Rimble" at you before falling back to sleep.
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I would look at you...
Rimble Rimble
What gets me is the unspoken assumption that it's my bed you would all find yourselves in.
This leaves me somewhat amused. Tickled, even. :)
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Hell, knowing Rimble, we could both wake up in a bed in Australia.
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Never could figure out what the kids were doing with the flying witch in her bed, though ... now I think about it, sounds pretty dodgy to me ...
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Hail Eris
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