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When I was first enhumanated I had the cognitive skills appropriate for a being who had experienced little time passing. Fortuitously my petite size enabled the entire process to be relatively straightforward, a blessing I am sure, for the maternal component of my parental unit.
As a future devotee of manually and mechanically woven fabric that is subsequently used to assemble vestments for those of eostrodominant persuasion, it was my happy lot to chance upon such vestments within the confines of my domestic habitation. Upon my first enrobement with such fabric-based coverage I evolved into the Fizzgig I am today.
At some future hence, notwithstanding a series of unfortunate events, it is within the content of my ardent desires that one day, at first, and then on many subsequent days, I shall embrace Fleagelism and morph into a true Fleagelic Aphrodite.
Oh heavens, where are my manners? I should have invited them in for a drink.
To be fair to myself, though, last time I invited them over for a drink they all got upset. The first lady who arrived got very annoyed when I pointed out, very respectfully, that my left foot big toe had a finer palate than she appeared to have, based purely on the origin of the wine she had with her. She returned home, I assume to use the facilities, but failed to return, which I thought quite rude.
The gentleman who came for a drink proved not to be a gentleman at all. I believe my inquiry was a very obvious one. I asked him what he'd brought to drink and he indicated that he'd brought nothing. I politely told him that would mean the evening would likely be unsatisfactory for us both because I only had enough for myself and I would hate being the only one drinking. Apparently he too suddenly found a need to use the neighbour's facilities and also failed to return.
I have very rude neighbours.
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When I was first enhumanated I had the cognitive skills appropriate for a being who had experienced little time passing. Fortuitously my petite size enabled the entire process to be relatively straightforward, a blessing I am sure, for the maternal component of my parental unit.
As a future devotee of manually and mechanically woven fabric that is subsequently used to assemble vestments for those of eostrodominant persuasion, it was my happy lot to chance upon such vestments within the confines of my domestic habitation. Upon my first enrobement with such fabric-based coverage I evolved into the Fizzgig I am today.
At some future hence, notwithstanding a series of unfortunate events, it is within the content of my ardent desires that one day, at first, and then on many subsequent days, I shall embrace Fleagelism and morph into a true Fleagelic Aphrodite.
