THE REPORT OF THE HOT STEAMY NIGHT OF THE 16-17TH OF JANUARY NIGHT, MORNING 2005
Me and Lucie (Lucie and I (I being Grace)) retired to our quarters depressed by the fact we had been THROWN off the magical box known as a computer of which we were having a splendid conversation with a dear friend of mine known as Mr Yem. We were talking of a splendid TV series known as DearS. I was sending him a record of it. It was splendid.
Then the masters of the house ordered us to our rooms. We then had a fantastic, wonderful, splendid, spectacular idea. So we turned Lucie's humble quarters into a contraption of sheets, chairs and IKea boxes commonly known as a cubby house in which we spent hours reminissing a pencil called 'Woody' which sadly had a horrible split down his center. Though I being quite a surgent, skillfully reunited the right and left sides of his body.
Together we spent many hot summer hours reminising, singing, dancing, ohh, and eating pixi sherbet which made us sing strong and hard like that bunch of freaky drunk backpackers who were checking us out on the way home from the enchantingly exotic Japanese resteraunt.
To conclude this mysterious evening I would like to mention that Green Tea Icecream causes super-duper, scrumdidlyumptious hyperactivity so children don't drink and drive, but skull those beers down and fly a plane full of eggplants instead. Oh, and wash your hands...
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PS: I spilt sherbet all over my brand new silk Pyjamas.
"OH NO!" Lucie cried and in desperation we suggested (and acted on that suggestion) that we should lick the sherbet off me (lucie's note= actually, this didn't happen. Grace licked the sherbet off herself alone. ^_^" And my carpet was all sugary afterwards... ) .
And for most of the night I was quite sticky and smelt quite like sugar-filled lollipops.
THIS STORY SHOULD BE READ WITH THE VOICE OF UPPERCLASS VICTORIAN ENGLISH TEENAGER
And that conclude's Grace's tale. Very strange. Yet mostly true, but ignore the PS bit. That has to be (and Grace-chan has herself said) that it was one of the best things she's ever written. Bravo, Grace. Also, Bravo to me, one of the few to understand Grace language and attempting the heavy editing involved with brief success. I would like to thank our sponsors, such as 'Justin' Grace knows who we wrote the story and sent it to first thing in the morning so that he would be impressed with our great life story. And there you have it.
A picture was also drawn with this, but it is too strange to show (for now). I dedicate this journal page to Grace, who was scared and rang me up last night (the cute thing). I would've liked to include the pictures she drew to go with it and caption it, but sadly my scanner is not working. Alas.
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