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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

I was just sitting there in McDonald's, enjoying my mindless lunch, when a baby started crying behind me. Seriously crying. And the parents were walking him around, and all "what's up?" and then, out of the blue, I thought: "That child's about to puke."

Thirty seconds later - "bleurgh". All over the place.

So am I psychic, or do I somehow speak fluent baby? Which would be really, really worrying, because we all know I have the maternal instincts of a cuckoo.

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