Out Comes the Batsignal

My pauvre amie is slowly going crazy. She has been abandoned, Kirk-by-Khan styles, in the tumbleweed wasteland of the Minister’s Office, with only a People magazine and her Live Journal to protect her against the onslaught of boredom.

She needs your help!

Please, please, for the love of public servants, go and leave an amusing comment on ANY of her THREE posts from this morning, before she begins snorting whiteout again / reciting the Legislative Hansard Debates aloud in funny voices / eating refined sugar and carbs and then whining about her chubby knees crying.

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