Ain't nobody here but us chickens.
*squawk!*
We made it to Snooty Winery.
We played fiddle.
Details later.
It was okay.
We made it to Snooty Winery.
We played fiddle.
Details later.
It was okay.
posted by Polysemous at 7:07 AM
Sunday, August 20, 2006
About Me
- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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1 Comments:
yay for okay.
okay is better than shight
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