Holy rickety door clasps, Batman, my Willy has only done a runner from his little cage by my bed.
I've looked everywhere but there's no sign of him at all.
I didn't think it would be possible to become so attached to a creature in such a short period of time, but the stress and anxiety of it all is causing quite a tingly, gnawing sensation in my lower abdomen.
Is it too early to call the police?
Coming Back With Front.
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Good grief, this thing is still here? Doesn't Blogger ever put it's rubbish
out for the binmen?
6 years ago
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