2/01/08

Wait, you motherfucker!

We challenge you to a rock-off! Appalled Caroline Eschews Gravy. Wrist deep in poon. The grahss was greener. Trimatized to the groun. I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like. I hope you have room in a thicket of vines. The famous "rockin" stance. Trepidation. The two tequila breakfast. The four cappuccino experiment. The re-birth of notation. To howeth castle and environs. Chooglin.
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