Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar

every year, thanksgiving raises a very important question; also, halp!

Poll #1491470 very important poll!11!!1!eleventy-one!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All. Participants: 11

what's the best kind of pie?

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apple!
4(28.6%)
pumpkin!
5(35.7%)
silly rabbit, there is no such thing as "batman pie" because that would be cannibalism!
5(35.7%)

Also, two weeks ago a few people left comments and in response I wound up writing almost 1,000 words I wouldn't have otherwise, so thanks to them and let's try it again!

All you have to do is write one sentence (or if you're feeling lazy/uninspired, a single word will do), such as: The sky is very green today, or I wish the unicorn would stop eating my roses. In return, you'll get the next bit of Things Already Seen. Which you may not care about, but I'm trying to get it out of my head so help me out, would you?
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