Granted, you suddenly get some kind of disease that makes it so that you have to have your vocal cords removed. Now you can't sing it at all!
I wish I wasn't so easily scared by the slightest noise or movement in the corrner of my eye.
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((Splinching's when you leave part of you behind, and the other part of you shows up where you intended to be.
... and yes, any respectable HP fan ought to know that. *geek*))
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus. — Enid Bagnold