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Sep. 4th, 2011 08:20 pm[I knew, from the moment I laid eyes on it, that this hat had been made for me. It, fit right between my horns, snuggly. Like, uh, my cranium had been poured right into it. (Not that this was, an actual possibility unless, I had been maybe hanging upside-down at the time.)
I felt, more assured with it on, as though it was an embodiment of my self-esteem. (Of which I have, uh, an abundance of, currently.) And I knew, I knew that there were things that needed solving, and I was the only troll for the job.
There was just, one thing missing. So, I turned to the local airwaves, for assistance.]
I'm looking for, uh, a dame.
I felt, more assured with it on, as though it was an embodiment of my self-esteem. (Of which I have, uh, an abundance of, currently.) And I knew, I knew that there were things that needed solving, and I was the only troll for the job.
There was just, one thing missing. So, I turned to the local airwaves, for assistance.]
I'm looking for, uh, a dame.
