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[wickedflea]

I'm actually in a pretty decent mood tonight. Alert the media!

Oh, and I'm actually cleaning my embarrassingly nasty apartment. On second thought, alert a doctor--I must be sick. But it had to be done--it got to the point where I could find only two of my balls.

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[carocrow.livejournal.com]

Heh... you said 'balls'.

I wish I had a bunch of house slaves to clean my crib. But they'd have to like living on tea and toast (that's fancy bread and water, for the uninitiated). I'd throw in some sugar and margarine, maybe a little cinnamon now and then...

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I could definitely use a butler and a maid at the very least. "Slave" is an ugly word, but if calling 'em anything else means I'd have to pay 'em, then they'd have to be slaves.

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

OK, then... indentured servants. Hey, I plan on hiring only people who were lousy in the military, because they'd be used to scrubbing things with toothbrushes.

Butlers are strange, man. But it would be nice to have someone here to answer the door and phone with appropriately snobby answers when I'm too lazy to do it myself.

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

Dude, you know your third ball is mingling with the dust kitties underneath your bed.

It's located somewhere in-between the month old pizza box and those nasty tighty whitey's.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

How did you know about the pizza box??? Yes, there indeed was one lurking on the floor. But there ARE NO TIGHTY WHITEYS. My boys gotta have room to BREATHE.

Wow. We started talking about balls, got onto the squalor of my apartment, and very quickly got back to balls. Word.

[mipplet.livejournal.com]

Yay, cleaning day!!!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yeaaaah! Normally I try to do it on Saturday or Sunday, but I figured I'd better capitalize on the rare motivation while it was here.