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Robyn's Needs

Taken from Sassy's assignment--typing in Robyn Needs in google and listing the first 10 results:

Robyn needs to feel What is Above and not be afraid that It is an enemy

ROBYN -- a long-haired tortoiseshell cat -- is recovering after using up most of her nine lives. She needs a home.

Robyn needs our help.

Robyn needs to be sure.

Robyn needs to go home.

Robyn needs some Gloria posters for her Rocketown door.

Robyn needs angels for her Christmas shop.

Robyn needs to chill out a bit.

Robyn needs advice.

Robyn needs to stay here as long as treatment is required.

Robyn needs a bunny. It's name is Hoppy.

Hmm.

Comments

Gina said…
Those are awesome! They almost sound fake! I know they aren't, but that's pretty cool.
10:41 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
lol: lynn needs to develop a larger repertoire of reading vocab
lynn needs our help
lynn needs to lose at least eight stone (rofl)
lynn needs a blog
lynn needs inspiration
lynn needs a new job
lynn needs to secure $500,000 in the next 30 days

Very funny Robyn!
4:49 AM
dive said…
At least you got some sensible ones. Mine were all about snorkelling!
4:50 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
Awesome. Everyone should need a bunny.
10:17 AM
Miz Minka said…
Too funny, Robyn!!

Gigi needs a good examination
Gigi needs to get the trench digger and bury the coax in PVC
Gigi needs an enzyme
GIGI needs to see both the access to unconstrained type and the actual subtype of the designated object
Gigi needs to change her hairstyle
Gigi needs my help
Gigi needs to be completely reassured that no-one can dig up the truth
Gigi needs a quiet horse
Gigi needs some knowledge of Ada semantics
Gigi needs to install a/c to cool her off
1:06 PM
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