My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has gotten all engrossed in toodle making lately, and she has become pretty good at it too, especially with the part that requires toodle ooze. Toodles and toodle ooze everywhere — what more could a guy stand to experience?
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has recently lapsed into an unusually quiescent phase, and in fact is nowhere to be seen. All of which leaves me a lot more twitchy than usual. I've left a dummy cozily planted in my bed just in case. I never know exactly when she might attack, or from what angle, or why, but that's life, innit?
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is now breeding thrips. Not personally, mind you, but putting them together to do whatever comes to mind. "Thrips for Trips" will be her business name, the point being that if you have a bunch of them in your luggage, then they will scare away hotel bedbugs. I'm not so sure myself if I want to lug around buckets of bugs in order to avoid other bugs, but I know enough to keep a low profile where her projects are concerned.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is off today,though her rocket is still rumbling and grunting, so I probably need to be careful about how I handle my public service announcements.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is really good to me. She hasn't set me on fire for this entire month, and I'm hoping to extend my winning streak as far as I can. Hiding the matches was probably a good move. Next? Maybe her flamethrower.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, just started a sausage ranch. I'm not quite sure what this means, though I'm never going anywhere without buttered toast and a dish of scrambled eggs until the matter is resolved.
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