confuddled, a very Lewis Caroll word...
*begins to gyre and gimble in the wabe*
*begins to gyre and gimble in the wabe*
i want a cell named after me! *pouts* *runs and gets a piece of paper, write her name on on it, and duck-tapes it to her cell* *makes a billion copies of the paper, covers her cell in her name, then runs around taping her name to everything else in the asylum* *is satisfied*
there. much better.
did you put a sticky note on my back???
no! reading marks the first steps back to sanity! don't! *snatches book and donates to gg*
Noooo!!! *sob* *gets another book* Much better......