cycyclic paste! about a mile away, on the island of quality, there was a brave stray dog that went around begging for fire and change. one day, the dog ate a giraffe. its feet turned the color of a blended carrot cake. then the natives caught the only blimp in the village trying to escape with the princess' syringes. needless to say, it was not a quiet day, here, in slacky tobaccy, where the policy is: wash your feet and spay/neuter all armadillo 011202 what's it to you? who go blather from