groceries paste! let's go hand pick our gravel or blame the locksmith. your choice! we'll never know how to figure out whether the alternate first baseman eats basil cheesecake. so the grand figure is hearing us out and we are unprepared: we've never been ready and the artificial vanilla drips out of our pantlegs. in daily terms, pounds of grinning in slightly embarrased limestone. when does the foot go the right way, where is the finger poking our ribs to distract us? like they say, "a chicken will run around with its head chopped off until it gets breast cancer." i guess these are the finest words they can give now. white meat. 020407 ... pete in my cart today: a whisk, some mushrooms, hot sauce, beans, pork chops, margarine, bunny food, bunny bedding, and a cheap bottle of red wine. 070426 ... fuffle don't eat any bunnies. why don't you get a new pig then ! why is it top news that your pig died ? but then again... thats kind of cool news.. its better than hearing the shit about people blowing each other up. i would be sad if my catty died too though. 070426 what's it to you? who go blather from