Finally, after wondering what exactly two Barry Ween tradepaperbacks inside a comicbox were doing hiding under a cereal container, it revealed itself in the realisation that they were the intended presents for a friend's 21st. Hopefully they're as funny as the single ones purchased selfishly previously before. As she isn't a comicbook reader, have to hope that they go down well. At least all that food at the party stayed down, despite the extreme lack of room on each new plate brought out. Food, plates, and not enough OJ. Even without a card, there is that distinct possibility that no one else would have been in that kind of mind to buy a couple of comics for a turning point. Classic. Funny.
Tuesday, 17 December 2002 - 09:42
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