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Fuck,fuckety fuck-fuck-fuck.
I can't find my li'l camera. My shiny, new super-duper, dslr camera doesn't record sound.
I have searched the whole house (admittedly that doesn't take long) and it's nowhere. I can sort of half see it in my mind's eye. Somewhere unusual. But can't for the life of me recall where I saw it.
Bloody annoying.
I wanted to record myself saying the same words Sundae said. Bad enough you all think we sound like the queen, now you think we're all sex kittens. Well, I for one intend to disabuse you of that notion. Enough of this purring like a soft, southern puss. I'll be growling the words like a stout northern dog.
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