That's it. A old people's home's residents have knitted themselves a room. There are pictures, should you not believe me.
Tasmanians are funny devils.
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"i think you are so sick and cruel to annimals
if i ever catch you you are going down"
That's me, looking preposterous
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- boom...(cough)...boom...
- I'm sort of famous
- A puzzle
- Free fonty goodness: a decent link this time
- What were they thinking?
- Oh, no.
- A public service
- Scatological kiddies book
- The Booty Ye Deserve! YAAAAARRRRRRR!
- Here's a riddle...
- Short Words to Explain Relativity
- Scary adverts, redux
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- Primitive iPod unearthed
- Six-legged frog
- A whole new blogging experience
- Fiddle with this
- Time for luurve
- Kookery Korner
- Jesus is watching you
- Space is big. No: really big.
- Collage maker
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- Strathaven folk knit themselves a room
- The Veritas Anthem
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- Biscuits... from a more naive time
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- A theme develops here at Sp3ccylad towers
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1 comment:
brilliant! a solution to the global housing problem AND what to do with crap ugly scrap yarn...
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