The tool kit is in the freezer. Also, the utility room.
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No, I don't know where you put the drill. You put it away. How do you expect me to know where it went? You put it away. I found the crowbar. And the tool box. I don't know here a charged battery is. Also, should you be operating power tools? Rufus and I don't think so....
We haven't found the drill. Or the battery. We have the charger? This does not work to hang the 1 foot tall silken red hanging with the Lenin silhouette and the sickle and hammer. Rufus is a communist. I think A. is a socialist or at least an artists and NPR aficionado. Hell's Bells. Me? Machiavellian anarchist who believes that benign or benevolent dictatorship or monarchy is the way to go.
draco invictus, p.s. I might be living in Calontir, but draco invictus. Got my car all the way to Pennsic, so, voila! Got my car all the way here. As the spoils of war, I can't really talk. No, the angle-saxon tried to bring her home from WW. No, he offered. She had this honor complex and had to take care of her shire and her company and broken girls. Also? Cecily spent her night in the ER. IN THE ER. youch!
There's a reason Pasqualina got drunk before she went to that party. Didn't trust the Shadewes Co. to mix her drinks.
Then she thought about him for a month. Then she ended her contract, drove to Poor Man's, drove onward to Pennsic War! She drove from Bemidji, MN to Pittsburgh, PA for him. Spoils of War At 2 a.m. in a rainstorm she couldn't find him; his yurt, his encampment. The next morning? Afternoon? No luck.
At 5 p.m.? She found him. She happily came back as war booty. Please keep me, said the Marseillaise. She wasn't complaining. She still isn't.
No, I don't know where you put the drill. You put it away. How do you expect me to know where it went? You put it away. I found the crowbar. And the tool box. I don't know here a charged battery is. Also, should you be operating power tools? Rufus and I don't think so....
We haven't found the drill. Or the battery. We have the charger? This does not work to hang the 1 foot tall silken red hanging with the Lenin silhouette and the sickle and hammer. Rufus is a communist. I think A. is a socialist or at least an artists and NPR aficionado. Hell's Bells. Me? Machiavellian anarchist who believes that benign or benevolent dictatorship or monarchy is the way to go.
draco invictus, p.s. I might be living in Calontir, but draco invictus. Got my car all the way to Pennsic, so, voila! Got my car all the way here. As the spoils of war, I can't really talk. No, the angle-saxon tried to bring her home from WW. No, he offered. She had this honor complex and had to take care of her shire and her company and broken girls. Also? Cecily spent her night in the ER. IN THE ER. youch!
There's a reason Pasqualina got drunk before she went to that party. Didn't trust the Shadewes Co. to mix her drinks.
Then she thought about him for a month. Then she ended her contract, drove to Poor Man's, drove onward to Pennsic War! She drove from Bemidji, MN to Pittsburgh, PA for him. Spoils of War At 2 a.m. in a rainstorm she couldn't find him; his yurt, his encampment. The next morning? Afternoon? No luck.
At 5 p.m.? She found him. She happily came back as war booty. Please keep me, said the Marseillaise. She wasn't complaining. She still isn't.
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