Some people call me crazy.
I prefer the term, happy with a twist.
Those crystals are amazing. Puts me in mind of the crystal palace type structure that formed when Clark Kent ran off from home and went to the North Pole after his adoptive father died of a heart attack.
I trust you're talking about the crystals there, Witchy, and not fashioning jewellry out of men in orange romper suits?
River, it reminded me of the first film of 'Journey to the centre of the earth', the one with James Mason.Fleetwood, lovely idea. A bit like those jewelled beetles on a chain that were worn by idiots way back when.
I'm taking you to Southland, getting you a donut necklace: wear it or eat it.-Robert.(I've got a feeling what you'll do)
'Pon my rep, sir, accept donuts from a man. Why I'd be ruined in polite society, shunned, I tell you.Just slip them in the post dear Robbert and we'll tell no-one.
That's okay, I'm opening a shelter, for women who gave up their virginity on promise of marriage. Donut King want space in the foyer.
Dear Coppy, I followed the link and was amazed.The crystal caves are under the CHIHUAHUA Desert.Who knew? those poor little doglets.mwah mwah
Rh, since I'm a born again virgin, I'd totally give it up for donuts and chocolate and pavlova and tiramisu and Bombay Sapphire.Bwca, I hope you didn't miss the Barbara Cartland at the Mail. That old tart could tell some whoppers.
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