deftly, he sidesteps the poorly worded and yea, mispelt slur against his prowess in the boudoir. | zing! tyler masterfully ripostes with his rapier like wit. the ice maiden grovels before him in obeisance. | did you say something dear? um, moo? |
phew! i’ve finally managed to net off the paw-paw trees in the back yard. no more bat problems. | tyler? have you seen my fish-nets? | whoa! that was quick. |
ok, we’ll try it again. what do you get if you multiply six by nine? | forty-two. | that’s just dumb. heathen. |
it’s my cousin’s birthday next week but she’s got the "travel bug" and i don’t know where she’ll be to send her a present. | send it by owl. | geek. |
i noticed you didn’t eat the lovely mushrooms i cooked into the dinner last night. | you know i don’t like them. eating mushrooms is like eating something that’s dead. |
ah hermione, you sexy little know-it-all. if only you were real... | hey tyler, are you up to the bit where hermione dies yet? | nooo!! my life, it flashes before my eyes! heh-heh...geek. |
mmmm, reading each new ’harry potter’ book is like putting on a favoured old coat or perhaps a brand new pair of woollen socks. they feel so warm and snuggly, very easy to slip into. | although, the same could be said of a two dollar whore. but we won’t. |