The Poets Song: I guess technically it's only Ewan's birthday now. I got confused about what day it is.
MagnoliaFaery: I think I shall.
MagnoliaFaery: Or his penis. Right in the middle.
MagnoliaFaery: A Ewan penis quilt.
The Poets Song: I totally want one for Christmas. That's what I expect now. A Ewan penis quilt. I'm going to post this in my LJ, too, announce it to the world. Then you'll have to make me one, or else come December I'm posting about what a bad friend you are.
MagnoliaFaery: If I could make you a Ewan penis quilt, I totally fucking would.
The Poets Song: Then you'd better get cracking.
MagnoliaFaery: Yes ma'am.
The Poets Song: Hee.
God forbid that man ever Google himself.
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