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Hrm...
I think about everything way too much. And I think while driving. Even if some detail doesn't wind up in the fic I'm writing, *I* want to know. Like, in thinking about the Doctor and Rose, I was wondering - so, there must be some sort of birth control involved. And then I wondered what kind. It's *so* good I don't carpool because the person would have probably tucked and rolled at me suddenly shouting, "THE CONDOM OF RASSILON!"

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The condom of Rassilon. Sheez. You're a frightening person sometimes, you know that? ;-)
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Seriously? AHAHAHAHAHA! I mean, I'm sorry...
The condom of Rassilon. Sheez. You're a frightening person sometimes, you know that? ;-)
Just sometimes? :(
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AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
It's such a fun thing to shout! And it must be shouted using a Very Important Voice. British accent, if you can manage.
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Y'know, that's the only thing that's brought me out of my funk today, I don't think I've laughed so hard since I saw a rerun of Charmed the other week.
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