Poor forlorny beaver. It is difficult not to miss the natural wonder that is Beaver Lake. Whatever you do, don't play any Radiohead in his presence - otherwise dams will break.
Introduce him to the beaver in the emblem of the London School of Economics (scroll down the page on that link) chosen because of its "foresight, constructiveness and industrious behaviour". Or you could take him to the "Beaver's Retreat" bar on the LSE campus.
Asta. I am speechless. "That's what I always fed the ones at the pond back home". Oh. My. God.
Also, if it was you that recommended that coffee shop, I went (the pathologist reminded me to), and it was fucking excellent. I had a sandwich too with asparagus in. It was good, but not as good as the coffee.
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Hurrah!!
welcome back.
It does look a bit like a turd, though.
Make him feel worse than he already does, why dontcha?
Poor forlorny beaver.
It is difficult not to miss the natural wonder that is Beaver Lake.
Whatever you do, don't play any Radiohead in his presence - otherwise dams will break.
It's no good. No matter how hard I try, the word 'beaver' is still funny.
I'm going to go away now and try to grow up a a bit. Ten years or so should do it.
Introduce him to the beaver in the emblem of the London School of Economics (scroll down the page on that link) chosen because of its "foresight, constructiveness and industrious behaviour". Or you could take him to the "Beaver's Retreat" bar on the LSE campus.
J-boy, it wears him out. I daren't. He is also I think missing turkey Caesar salad.
Jack! It is! But I said myself mere hours ago that 'beaver' had lost its sauciness for me. Try saying it out loud a few times. It generally helps.
Indigo: we are going there tomorrow. I think it may help. Thank you for this kind tip.
The occassional carrot or apple might help. That's what I always fed the ones at the pond back home. Food is a great distraction.
Asta. I am speechless. "That's what I always fed the ones at the pond back home". Oh. My. God.
Also, if it was you that recommended that coffee shop, I went (the pathologist reminded me to), and it was fucking excellent. I had a sandwich too with asparagus in. It was good, but not as good as the coffee.
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