So I’m not sure how I’ve managed to miss that our toaster looks like, well, a Toaster.
Say hello to your frakking Cylon master. It never made sense to me that the skin jobs were the first to infiltrate our society.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Right. Sorry for the strobiness. That's our toaster.
The G doesn’t believe in natural lighting and insists on turning on every bulb in every room and then not turning them off ever. I prefer using whatever light the sun is providing. In the winter, I’ll operate in complete darkness.
So I’m not sure how I’ve managed to miss that our toaster looks like, well, a Toaster.
Say hello to your frakking Cylon master. It never made sense to me that the skin jobs were the first to infiltrate our society.
So I’m not sure how I’ve managed to miss that our toaster looks like, well, a Toaster.
Say hello to your frakking Cylon master. It never made sense to me that the skin jobs were the first to infiltrate our society.
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