[squint, crispy crumples up, emit low whistle] more meat than i ever saw, stop. the aged parent has gone cookoo and killed the fatted c before christmas has even begun, stop. looks like all go for wales, new year, walks etc. fingers crossed, stop. wheels withing wheels, stop. love, stop. B
Sunday, December 24, 2006
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