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| "Writing in this guestbook changed my life. I can hardly believe I really lived before I got to write here. I'd recommend it to anyone." - Missy, caterpillar lover and hater. First ever user of the book of guest. |
| Entirely ficticious words from those having already used the book: |
| "Wow. That's all I can say. The experience of writing in - that guestbook - was so mind blowing. I just feel sorry for those that haven't written in it yet." - Prachi, chocolate rainy dogger, who thinks nothing of smells. |
| "Normally I only like grit and filth, but this guestbook is something else, something more. I feel somehow 'complete' having written in it." - Vicky/Mackem, who wears several socks at once whilst discombobulating. |
| "Kill me now, I'm done for this life having signed this glorious creation, guestbook is too crude a word." - Nick, partially naked lover of pie eating. |
| "Get back home and tidy your room, you horrible little child. And wash behind your ears." - My Mum, who dislikes my socks, but admires her own grey one. |
| "Sheep don't do it for me since writing in this guestbook, it turned me straight. Any Welshmen should approach with caution." - Roderigo, a questioning, unwilling bogey-sniffer. |
| "I'm sorry for all the trouble my love caused, but its not really my fault. I am only a fictional construct after all." - Chasey, yet-to-be-cast film character first envisioned in the Spread Eagle. |
| "This has finally made me come to the realisation: I am an inferior Tom to any Tom Ash you could ever find. I love myself now as much as I love the smell of vomit." - Tom, who loves everything including insanity |