― Mikka Kiprusoff (Miss Lonelyhearts), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:17 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark p (Mark P), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― That Flames Goalie (Miss Lonelyhearts), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:23 (twenty-two years ago)
Under the stairs.
what would it have in it?
Tissues and air freshener.
how would explain its existence to curious visitors?
"That's, er, candle wax."
― Autumn Almanac (Autumn Almanac), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:24 (twenty-two years ago)
I tell my friends it is a room for quiet reflection and self-analysis; and that the handkerchiefs are for tears.
― the music mole (colin s barrow), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:24 (twenty-two years ago)
Yeah that last choice seems a bit tenuous
― omg, Monday, 17 May 2004 00:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mike Guy (Miss Lonelyhearts), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:29 (twenty-two years ago)
my friends all know i masturbate a lot. let's be honest.
― Ian Johnson (orion), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:30 (twenty-two years ago)
in a sub-basement accessible only by a ladder underneath the coal bin.
internet, pillows, fruit snacks, handiwipes, sanitizer, incense, boombox, bunch of tapes (mostly Chicago blues, for no particular reason) sunglasses, sun-lamp.
wouldn't have to. they could try it, provided they didn't leave goobers.
― x Jeremy (Atila the Honeybun), Monday, 17 May 2004 00:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― slopsymbolic, Monday, 17 May 2004 01:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 17 May 2004 03:02 (twenty-two years ago)