It was a dark & stormy night &, well, as I was about to down a frosty vessel of rootbeer my hand, as if guided by ghostly forces, grabbed the chocolate syrup & squoze. Yum, I gasped in a fit of eloquence. & yes, I'm about as pregnant as a 44 years old skinny white boy sitting in his greying longjohns could ever be. Anyway, thanks for asking & while we're on the subject I'll have you know I've been building a prosthetic brain for your Newe Boyefrend. Seriously, I think about my friends & the next thing you know I'm missing them. Thou still unravished guava popsicle...
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- Fr*nk 2-29-2004 7:04 pm