disgruntled_goat paste! goaty, i must say i'm frightened by your splacky; trulips cannot diss your ethylpentanes no matter your source of conch, dorito, binding vener alley to whathaveyous, and suches and thusses. you gotta lose that triangular antigen_fish stuck neckright. then again, that harpsichord masking as a chemosensor should stay puddin' pop. concludity: you ain't got no ice cream, your mama is in the well_of_primitve_streaks, your dadda is a dada na+ channel. not TV sillyfuck! so take your cause B's elsewhere, spat! putt! (given any metaneonatals strugglin' to reach a higher crib, you could try more vainly for a dolph_lung_Finland_distillery.) ...and thus spanked ThrusterStar, you got more from dis antilesson now, soon, now that buckets and buckets of feathered_dinosaurs, if placed, in part, sans tempo, glassy eyed and stocked with monetary monera, obliging the pork_format and reallocating/typesetting the disguised mycoplasm, listenin' to mc_escherichia_pepsi, more suches and thusses...well, then as it MIGHT lay, in sequerrence, then you may leech the wringing. yers in aside, lucas florentino buck 020917 ... smurfus rex more correspondence from a Malkavian, if only you could decipher it. 031027 what's it to you? who go blather from