Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Howls of laughters. A fleet of them.
Seems like a treasure hunt for me.
In this case, I am Neil Armstrong.
How naive men can be. Weapons of ass distraction.
As for me, I won't hesitate to be deceived by such SO-OH-SO-RUTE statistics.
O-Gay Life. Damn. I'm sure I will perish unbonded.
Well, as pluto is concern, I'm happy about how the word branches off to its last roots.
Ahh. Ample time to blog such elongated, erected posts. Damn. Not.
3:06 PM
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