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August 15, 2005
Quinceanera
+10
{Omaan brotherboy!, out of the blue [and into the red],, that remind me of that steam rising up from the jungle mud with the rhythm of the yhum-um-m.m.m of the 24hr cardamom drier…
Kant se more; I do have limits—damn you for assuming one bottomless morass* and the whole donkey’s uselass.}
* Howken exist a thing both without bottom and possessive of a label meaning additional bottom (in some white China circles, anyway)?
Posted by peligrito at August 15, 2005 12:12 PM
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