Many people have expressed concern that they don't have a clue what is going on when they visit us at Raintree Apartment 245. We don't blame them.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Bard
I was lying on my bed doing some homework and yammering to Tod about something when suddenly, to my surprise, I was being pelted with a deluge of toilet paper rolls. Through the hail of white, ultra-soft rain I could see the figure of my attacker standing in my doorway. 'Twas Bard, of course.
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