Mili is happy because Bob can only play Russian Roulette with the trees now (see 'Bob finds a new game' for Russian Roulette rules).
Bob is happy because he can walk on the carpet in bare feet.
Mili is not happy because she doesn't like Bob picking his toenails near the sofa. Bob isn't happy because he says he wasn't picking his toenails, he was flicking them, which made Mili feel sick she said.
Bob wonders...how in love must you be before picking toenails becomes ok?
Hurrah for non-smelly non-mouldy apartments!
Bob and Mili are over the moon with their new apartment and all filled up with gratitude and sunnyness. They didn't take the lead apartment or the smokey apartment. Instead they wrote a list of things they wanted - light, ability to breathe, clean walls, a carpet you can step on without needing to take a bath and trees nearby so that Bob can panda to his tree fetish. After that they waited for the apartment to come and sure enough, there it was... toytown, nestled in a sunny corner of south west Portland.
All this loveliness has made Bob and Mili quite creative. Mili wrote a poem about two birds, sitting, happy with their life...just as it is... with no worries.
Bob wrote a poem about Mili's bum fluff.
Mili wonders...Am I with the right person?
All this loveliness has made Bob and Mili quite creative. Mili wrote a poem about two birds, sitting, happy with their life...just as it is... with no worries.
Bob wrote a poem about Mili's bum fluff.
Mili wonders...Am I with the right person?
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