verbiage: i want i want i want
I’m sorry, but this takes the toys of my childhood and kicks them in their tiny, charmingly-nostalgic balls.
this be where jason sweeney comes to waste your time and his.
yeah. i've discovered twitter. alas.
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September 22nd, 2007 at 4:23 pm
If you acquire that my son will gladly come and live with you and redesign your house (I hope you are fond of IKEA) and for payment would happily accept being allowed to gaze at it fondly from time to time. Or maybe just being in the same room as it. Although after about 20 minutes he would likely convince you to give it to him and you’d never even know it happened.
September 24th, 2007 at 8:21 am
oohh, me likely. I wonder how many years it would take me to put together..
I hope the instructions are better than the ones you get from IKEA…