Goosey: Last night I dreamed I harvested my lone surviving carrot . . .
Goosey: It was dark red, and huge, and had several small round carrots also attached to the same stem . . . so weird . . .
Goosey: Then later in the dream, which involved a strange beach strewn with barbecued ribs . . . Neil Gaiman and Ian McKellen (who was an author in my dream) were fighting over which one of them got me as a writing assistant. :D
LaZorra: BEEBEEKEW
Goosey: O__O
* LaZorra IS HAVING SERIOUS BARBECUE CRAVINGS NOW.
LaZorra: er.
* LaZorra forgot she turned her capslock on instead of hitting shift.
* LaZorra is only having lowercase barbecue cravings.
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