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My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Wrong, but DAMNED funny

(no subject)

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla


Wrong, but DAMNED funny

(no subject)

Odd thought struck me as I meandered homewards

You know those ladysan or ISS or whatever brand name bins they have in toilets for disposal of "Sanitary items" (men in the audience, if you don't know, don't ask) And you know how they say "CLEANER DO NOT EMPTY" and shit like that, they get specially trucked away by the company in question - you see the trucks going out and about as they cart their little bins full of female waste about....

What the hell do they do with the contents of the bins???

is there some great gross landfill somewhere? Do they burn them, and are we inhaling the soot of unfertilised eggs? Do they recycle them as microwave tomato based pasta meals? (tastes like it sometimes...)


Man, it's really freakin' well bugging me now...

(no subject)

Odd thought struck me as I meandered homewards

You know those ladysan or ISS or whatever brand name bins they have in toilets for disposal of "Sanitary items" (men in the audience, if you don't know, don't ask) And you know how they say "CLEANER DO NOT EMPTY" and shit like that, they get specially trucked away by the company in question - you see the trucks going out and about as they cart their little bins full of female waste about....

What the hell do they do with the contents of the bins???

is there some great gross landfill somewhere? Do they burn them, and are we inhaling the soot of unfertilised eggs? Do they recycle them as microwave tomato based pasta meals? (tastes like it sometimes...)


Man, it's really freakin' well bugging me now...