The JOY of ENEMIES!!!!!!!

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Y'know what? Whistler's dead. He can't sue me for stealing his idea. I've been at work for FOURTEEN HOURS and now I'm going home but first I must ask: NOW WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'D BE WITHOUT YOUR ENEMIES, LOWLY WORM???? GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAISE THOSE BASTARDS!!! ENEMIES!!! LOVE THEM YES!!!!

If it weren't for the girls who beat me up in school I'd probably be an assistant secretary at an Oscar-Meyer factory. THANK YOU KIM KARAU! YOU HAVE CREATED A MUCH DIFFERENT MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!!

Who were your seminal enemies? PRAISE THEM NOW!!!!!!

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 06:03 (twenty-two years ago)

i don't have enemies. seriously.

there have been people with whom i've shared mutually strong dislike with for awhile but that eventually dies. Grudges are useless. they leave you feeling nasty and stupid.

― A Girl Named Sam (thatgirl), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 06:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Frenemies!

I love the painting in the background, oh yes I do...

― Girolamo Savonarola, Wednesday, 29 October 2003 06:47 (twenty-two years ago)

I mean that sounds so twee and lame but it's true. No kids beat me up in school. There were the stoners and the popular kids but I was neither. All of those groups thought I was fairly cool and left me alone. I have no problems with any of my peers from school.

Who do I hate and want to show up? My parents. Now how FUCKIN' LAME is that?

― A Girl Named Sam (thatgirl), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 06:50 (twenty-two years ago)

my (not-so-)great philosophical insight in life: making the right friends is only 1/2 of the equation. the other 1/2 is making the right enemies. to put it another way: if yer doing yer shit right, you will make enemies.

unless yer saint francis of assisi or buddha, i suppose.

― Eisbär (llamasfur), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 07:03 (twenty-two years ago)

I sometimes accidentally make enemies (I prefer to jettison personal relationships as they go sour, before they hit the enemy stage). But I love having OPPONENTS.

― rob geary (rgeary), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 07:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I hit submit before that post made sense. "Submit" button, you are now my enemy! Submit before me! Tremble at my vast power! I shall now...uhm...click on you. Again.

― rob geary (rgeary), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 07:10 (twenty-two years ago)

if it weren't for X i'd think i was a crap musician and the most horrible bitch in the universe. thanks for being a lousey musician and the most horrible bitch in the universe, so i don't have to be.

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 07:14 (twenty-two years ago)

That painting is amazing. I wanna print. And anyone who isn't with me is henceforth my enemy. And will kiss his finger in the end!

― brian nemtusak (sanlazaro), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 07:16 (twenty-two years ago)

Proving other people wrong is the only reason I'm still alive. Having enemies can be a great kick-in-the-ass style motivation. What would be the point of a life where everyone agreed all the time?

However, having enemies that always seem to be doing better than you is major dud. But at least you can have some tiny smug satisfaction of knowing that you're right, even if they're rich and successful.

― kate (kate), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 08:52 (twenty-two years ago)

I don't know what planet you people are from but it is possible to disagree with someone/not be a sychophant withou being their enemy.

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 08:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes, but enemies have their own special place. Not everyone disagrees with you is an enemy, and not even all of your enemies always disagree with you (the best/worst kind of enemy is the one whose opinions match with yours in almost every way except the crucial ones).

― kate (kate), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 08:59 (twenty-two years ago)

rival vs enemy

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 09:03 (twenty-two years ago)

When I say enemy, I mean, more like a rival who has reached nemesis status.

― kate (kate), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 09:09 (twenty-two years ago)

yeah, my last post was me wondering where the line is drawn between the two. but now you've thrown a wrench into that little dichotomy by brining up nemesis. (what's the plural of nemisis?)

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 09:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Nemeses?

― kate (kate), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 09:36 (twenty-two years ago)

"2 nem's?"

I try not to make enemies but sometimes they just happen due to unforseen circumstances, and I just have to live with it/them. Usually inflicted over some rub disagreement to do with girlfriends tho'

― Fuzzy (Fuzzy), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 09:40 (twenty-two years ago)

I have one enemy at the moment, that said I would not even give her that status & I certinly wouldn't praise her, unless 'I hate, loathe & deteste the f@#king sad, ignorant, bigot' counts as praise?

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 09:49 (twenty-two years ago)

I am far too conflict-averse to have enemies.

― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 10:53 (twenty-two years ago)

rjg?

― David. (Cozen), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 11:08 (twenty-two years ago)

I am far too conflict-averse to have enemies.

that's what I think about myself too, but I still seem to have acquired a load of cockfarmers who seem to enjoy tormenting me.

― DV (dirtyvicar), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 11:41 (twenty-two years ago)

I can't believe pp has any enemies!

― Nathan W (Nathan Webb), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 14:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I keep waiting for Dan Perry to wake up and make the requisite Joy Of Enemas jokes.

― kate (kate), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)

WA-HOO-OO.
I have a deep Count of Monte Cristo Complex, and without enemies, real or perceived, my life would be a meaningless series of encounters. Instead, it is an action packed series of meaningless encounters wherein I raise one eyebrow whenever somebody refers to my secret past as an illiterate sailor.

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 14:57 (twenty-two years ago)

When I was five my enemy was this guy named Paul McMahon. He was best friends with MY best friend. He had red curly hair and pale skin and intense black little glittering eyes and always wore polo shirts with the collar up. He had a very thin gold chain around his neck. I don't think he ever actually did anything to me, but my friend told me "Paul hates you." Since he was two years above me the times that I saw him were rare, but when I did all he had to do was look in my direction and my blood would run cold. I think one time he flexed his hand a few times, like he was preparing his fist for a beatdown, and I ran!

Freshman year of high school there was a guy who beat the shit out of me a few times in one of those classes where the teacher would leave for most of the class. Maybe it was homeroom? He also had a thin gold chain. Watch out for thin gold chains.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 15:05 (twenty-two years ago)

Paul if you ever google this thread, I am going to kick seven types of crap out of you!! (flexes hand for effect)

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 15:06 (twenty-two years ago)

He also had a thin gold chain. Watch out for thin gold chains.
At my grandfather's funeral last June, I ran into a second cousin I hadn't seen in years, but we used to be really good friends when we were young young. He was wearing a chawtch chain. I felt betrayed.

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 15:08 (twenty-two years ago)

I can't believe pp has any enemies!

Dude the bitch ~~said we could only be friends if I was happy & not down in any way~~ didn't like trainers! That's no friend of mine!

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 15:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I've never had any enemies, I've got an arch-nemesis but he does this weird reinforcing-our-nemesisocity-by-behaving-as-though-I-don't-exist thing, it's rather disconcerting.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 15:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Dude the bitch said we could only be friends if I was happy & not down in any way didn't like trainers! That's no friend of mine!

screw her then.

― Nathan W (Nathan Webb), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 16:12 (twenty-two years ago)

You see?

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 16:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Arch-nemesis!

― s1utsky (slutsky), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 16:46 (twenty-two years ago)

Parthenogenesis.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 16:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Any enemies I've got know to stay quiet;>

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 16:48 (twenty-two years ago)

I seem to have reached the age of 44 without having any. I was a comedian in school and popular for that, especially as it was mostly directed against the teachers, but I was also clever and in the football team and went to punk gigs and went out drinking with the lads at weekends, so I kind of fitted in everywhere. I haven't come close to making enemies since. There may be people here who hate me, but none who seem to be enemies in any way. Closest I came was when my ex acted like a psycho a couple of times, but that didn't last long.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:01 (twenty-two years ago)

I kind of wish I had a good archenemy, it would make life more interesting.

― Nicolars (Nicole), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:09 (twenty-two years ago)

What about N.?

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:11 (twenty-two years ago)

She did say 'good.'

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:11 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh, right.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Still, though, Nicolars has us. We could sing that revamped cover of "When Doves Cry" again.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:12 (twenty-two years ago)

You'll miss your eyeballs when they're plucked out of your head.

― Nicolars (Nicole), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:15 (twenty-two years ago)

The vultures in that one scene in Excalibur to thread.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 18:16 (twenty-two years ago)

i don't think theres anything wrong with having enemies. some people go out of their way to try and make your life shit, i'm not gonna LIKE them for it.

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 20:05 (twenty-two years ago)

Ned, did I just hear you echo Shriekback!?!?!?? Meh he he he, he he!

Jarvis Cocker is not the only marauding popgoth among us!

(BTW, I always thought that line was "Older than Genesis!" till I went through the old vinyl a couple months ago and had a careful listen.)

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 21:56 (twenty-two years ago)

NO ONE MOVE A MUSCLE 'TIL THE DEAD COME HOME

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 21:56 (twenty-two years ago)

(smog) to thread!

― jed (jed_e_3), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 22:02 (twenty-two years ago)

SHOT PUSH HAMMERHEADS
BOLD AND RESOLUTE
MARCHING, BALANCING
IN TOO FAR TO GO BACK

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 22:05 (twenty-two years ago)

my enemy is ilx.

― Allyzay, Wednesday, 29 October 2003 22:06 (twenty-two years ago)

heheheh I have made mo' monstahs

all my enemincks (as Sammy Sosa calls them) will have to listen to that glorious noise with me in hell... (rubs claws together)

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 22:09 (twenty-two years ago)

The unfortunate thing about enemies, to all those people who say that you can choose not to have them, is that it's not like having friends - someone can choose to be your enemy and there's nothing you can do about it. I've had people elect themselves my enemy despite my feeling that our lives were completely different and we weren't at all in competition. And then all you can do is watch them proceed. I really dislike people with 'high self esteem' because they're the ones who most often seem to find it necessary to get into enemy-type stand-offs. I don't like having other people's complexes about their IQ or bicep size or whatever projected onto me, either, because then you can hardly prevent yourself from worrying about superficial bullshit that you never thought about before you had the misfortune of meeting them.

― Charles, Thursday, 30 October 2003 00:07 (twenty-two years ago)

I never had any enemies in the standoff sense, just people who I couldn't stand but never told. A lot of the people who I sort of thought of as enemies without actually dealing with them were people who were my friends, and then changed their minds, decided I wasn't cool enough, and never talked to me again. Those bitches.

― Maria (Maria), Thursday, 30 October 2003 00:29 (twenty-two years ago)

I have to admit... when I was a kid I was hurt and confused by my ability to garner so many enemincks whilst I was really trying to be nice. But had they not fucked with me for no good reason I wouldn't have learned/done half of what I have. That fact took a while to dawn on me. I really sometimes want to go back to my home town and burst into the horrible marriage beds my old classmates built for themselves to lie in and get down on my knees and go "THANK YOU, MY ENEMINCKS -- FOR BY TAKING MY DARK SIDE UPON YOURSELVES YOU HAVE PURGED MY LIFE OF A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF INERTIA!" They'd probably just call the cops or beat me up again though. And I'd feel sort of nostalgic.

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Thursday, 30 October 2003 01:14 (twenty-two years ago)

You could just thump them in return, Ann.

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Thursday, 30 October 2003 01:29 (twenty-two years ago)

For olde tymes shake.

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Thursday, 30 October 2003 01:39 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.locutus.org/images/megatron.jpg

― adam (adam), Thursday, 30 October 2003 04:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Damn you, thread, for getting Shriekback's "Nemesis" stuck in my head!

Oh wait, that's actually a good '80s song, so thank you, rather.

And no one in my life has ever been as effective or as mighty an enemy as myself. I have personally ruined more good things for myself than any mere outsider could have possibly dreamed of. So, um, yay me.

― Many Coloured Halo (Dee the Lurker), Thursday, 30 October 2003 04:35 (twenty-two years ago)

I sympathise - but that's just me, putting my hand on my heart.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Thursday, 30 October 2003 04:39 (twenty-two years ago)

No enemies, but I have a crazy archnemesis. He's some nut job who accused me of stealing not only the "orbe of life",and his magical "teracus", but that also I was given the power of eternal life after he failed to complete a task asked by the fates. I belive someone has stopped taking thier meds and has been watching "Heavy metal" just a little to often. I call him Lord Valdar. I once saw him going off on the same rant with some lady on the street. I excused my self from my friend, and yelled out into the street(while drawing imaginary sword) "lord Valdar!" that got his attention, "You fight is with me!". LV ran the opposite direction and I haven't seen him since.

― danielle g. (danielle g.), Thursday, 30 October 2003 04:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Boy, Lord Valdar sounds like a prize.

</sarcasm>

Danielle, you should be commended for turning the tables on that wacko nut job. *applause*

― Many Coloured Halo (Dee the Lurker), Thursday, 30 October 2003 05:08 (twenty-two years ago)

WOW! That's actually pretty flattering. What's better: enemincks or nemesysyphus? I was really sort of wondering if anybody else had any real you know DELAYED APPRECIATION for what their eneminks have done for them... Some lady wrote a 5-stanza rhyming poem a couple years ago about how much she hated me and my writing and sent it in to the Reader; they never printed it but I cherish it still. I really like this post:

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Thursday, 30 October 2003 05:14 (twenty-two years ago)

My one-time best friend is now my arch-nemesis. No joke.

― Sarah Pedal (call mr. lee), Thursday, 30 October 2003 05:15 (twenty-two years ago)

Ooh. Now, strangers who read your writing and spend time obsessing about what a jerky jerk jerk you are is fun. Dearly beloved friend turning into bitterness is not. I'm sorry.

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Thursday, 30 October 2003 05:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Thanks, Ann. I don't know whether to be sad or just exceedingly bitter about the whole affair, but as you very well may have met her I won't say anything more about it.

― Sarah Pedal (call mr. lee), Thursday, 30 October 2003 05:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh wait now that you put it like, that I've definitely got one of those kind of (ex-fri)en(d)emies. We were ridiculously close, we played music together, many years, etc. Now I can't see him without wanting to smack him so hard cocaine dust spills out his bloody nostrils all over his illegal underage girlfriend. Hm.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:03 (twenty-two years ago)

ha ha rogue comma, get back where you belong, after the "that"!

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Danielle, that is possibly the best story ever.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:07 (twenty-two years ago)

We need to do that Winnipeg mini-FAP soon, Danielle.

― Bryan (Bryan), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:13 (twenty-two years ago)

As soon as I stop being so afraid of you so I won't run away when you challenge me.

― Lord Valdar (Bryan), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:28 (twenty-two years ago)

that's what I think about myself too, but I still seem to have acquired a load of cockfarmers who seem to enjoy tormenting me.

Fuck 'em. You're smart, funny and a really nice guy in person.

I mean, admittedly online you're my nemesis, but I'd hate to think you're actually an enemy.

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:37 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes, yes Bryan a mini FAP. Jodi, You and I can sit at the toad and get silly loopy drunk. Should we invite your roomie? I think she should only be allowed to come out ot play if she brings along her Bob and Doug MacKenzie figureines (with stubbies). What do you say?

― danielle g. (danielle g.), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:49 (twenty-two years ago)

I told Dianne she needs to make at least one post first then she can come. I think she's scared but I told her it would be ok. "Gimme the jelly".

― Bryan (Bryan), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:51 (twenty-two years ago)

I have no enemies. Every one loves me. Can I still come to the Winnipeg mini-FAP?

― Jodi (Celerina), Thursday, 30 October 2003 19:56 (twenty-two years ago)

How many times have you moved in with a "fun" buddy only to end up never speaking to each other again? Hardly a week goes by when I don't sadly think "jeez, I wish Bondo would at least tell me where he is." I was friends with Bondo from age 18 till 26; that last year we lived together, and I discovered that he refuses to get out of the shower till he finishes his 6-pack of beer (not kidding). I blew up and called him a spoiled suburban brat after he let his girlfriend move in with us rent free and the two of them went on a 6-month parentally-funded job-losing binge drunk that ended with our living room literally waist deep in mouldering food wrappers. The last straw was when they bought a deep fryer and left it on all night. No fire, but jesus, it was like waking up in a fucking Wendy's dumpster and it was the only day that week I didn't have to go to work and but it was too cold to air the place out so I had to go to work just to get away from it. SO when I came home I got loaded and let him have it. I was right -- our other roommate was miserable too, and this was a classic case of why rich parents should cut off their kids eventually -- but I should've been less harsh considering how twisted and depressed he was, and how much he respected my opinion. He fucking hated me after that and felt like all his friends had abandoned him and moved to a shitty high rise in the surburbs and no one's heard from him since. I still feel guilty about it. But jesus christ, all my clothes smelled like onion rings for a year!

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Thursday, 30 October 2003 23:05 (twenty-two years ago)

What were they doing with a deep fryer?

― rob geary (rgeary), Thursday, 30 October 2003 23:29 (twenty-two years ago)

That is so mind-blowingly insane that you shouldn't feel guilty at all! Unless you smashed up his car with a golf club too. Or actually threw the fryer at him or something.

― rob geary (rgeary), Thursday, 30 October 2003 23:30 (twenty-two years ago)

mmm, onion rings

― mookieproof (mookieproof), Friday, 31 October 2003 00:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Just skimmed the thread and so may have missed it, but has anyone brought up the phenom yet of best-friends-turning-into-enemies? It seems to have happened to me at every stage in life, disproportionately to how much it is supposed to er, occur, i believe...

― Vic (Vic), Friday, 31 October 2003 01:01 (twenty-two years ago)

They were trying to make -- get this -- wasabi onion rings. They were very angry that they couldn't taste the $20 worth of horseradish powder they threw in the fryer. I guess that's why they got drunk and forgot to turn it off. Yeah, our other roommate didn't feel guilty about pissing off on him, but he brought me a lot of fun over the years, though in his fucked-up way. And always by throwing his parents' money around and then holding over my head the fact that the party we were having was on him. Yeah, maybe I shouldn't feel guilty. But shit, I miss the bastard. I loved his way of being a loud bastard.

― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Friday, 31 October 2003 01:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Charles Weisfeld, you can eat a fat greasy sack of dicks.

― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Friday, 31 October 2003 01:41 (twenty-two years ago)

That Lord Valdar story is the greatest story ever told on ILX.

― Allyzay, Friday, 31 October 2003 02:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Ann's roomy sounds almost like a guy that I let move in with me. Actually, I wasn't quite so buddy-buddy with him, but his then-girlfriend/one-of-my-best-friends (who ended up being my baby's momma, but that's an entirely other story). Anyway, he was fun and all, plus he owned like more CDs than I knew existed, and me-at-18-yrs-old was like OH MY GOD YES PLEASE LIVE HERE AND LET ME LISTEN AND LEARN! It wasn't too long 'til he was dismantling my doorknob while I slept so he could steal things out of my room, waking me up at 5 in the morning doing really horrible John Zorn impressions on his saxamophone, pissing ON THE FLOOR like a wilderbeast. These things of course pale in comparison to the stuff he did after I no longer lived with him though (fr'instance, stealing my now-baby's-momma's cat and starving it to death in his car, smearing it's shit all over the front door of the place we worked together on a daily basis, etc.).

Okay, so I guess that's two enemies.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 31 October 2003 14:11 (twenty-two years ago)

Ann, will you be my enemy? I will be in Chicago soon, I don't really know anyone there, and it will be an easier transition if I have an enemy already set up. We can shoot steely glances at each other on the street.

― NA (Nick A.), Friday, 31 October 2003 14:19 (twenty-two years ago)

"Lord Valdar! Your fight is with ME!!!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 31 October 2003 14:31 (twenty-two years ago)

You forgot to draw your imaginary sword Dan. The sword is the kicker.

Think Brave Heart, last battle.

― danielle g. (danielle g.), Friday, 31 October 2003 17:38 (twenty-two years ago)

literally waist deep in mouldering food wrappers.

literally??

― Annouschka (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 31 October 2003 17:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Wish my story was that colourful. Nah, all my non-friend did was mess around with one of my exes, lose her virginity to another, accuse my (then) boyfriend of feeling her up, and proceed to drag my name through the mud. Now I just make crude jokes about her weight a lot because I'm extraordinarily bitter. Yay!

― Sarah Pedal (call mr. lee), Friday, 31 October 2003 20:22 (twenty-two years ago)

two years pass...

Revive

'Tis a sad day. My Archnemisis Lord Valdar has resufaced, and time has noted treated him well. Now fully medicated, he has become a coherent pan handler. No more are the days of swords, clandestine missions and flying hellbeasts. He has become a "hey buddy, got a smoke" and "spare some change" kind of guy. But at least I still have U WALK TOO, he is a radical pedistian who has trained his 'Terrettes' fits onto SUV's, Public Transportaion and Delivey Trucks. But he is more of a mentor than a nemisis. I guess I shall have to move on and find another.

― danielle g. (danielle g.), Friday, 27 January 2006 05:39 (twenty years ago)

Allright, CLOSURE! Sort of.

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 27 January 2006 08:37 (twenty years ago)

haha thanks for reminding me of that fantastic story up thread Danielle!

― Ste (Fuzzy), Friday, 27 January 2006 09:59 (twenty years ago)

Oh, the ironing...

― The Late Fear And The Potato Fear (kate), Friday, 27 January 2006 10:28 (twenty years ago)

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