Listen to me you pile of cogwheels and electronics,
I'm about 141 weeks smarter than you, so you can just cut out the
cocky mimic stuff, OK? Pesky eParrot.
Dear Diary,
Listen to me you pile of cogwheels and electronics,
I'm about 141 weeks smarter than you, so you can just cut out the
cocky mimic stuff, OK? Pesky eParrot.
This week Dad and Danny spend most of their free time renovating
the garden and making the new mantlepiece, so not so much attention for
me. I don't like the idea that I am not the most important thing
in the universe... after all, I'm just entering
the terrible 140s (weeks that is).
I'm here to push the envelope and that's what I'm going to do...
as soon as someone tells me what I am supposed to push it into.
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