Thursday, March 5, 2009

Madrigal for the gals

Moving into my manor, ye uncountable youth? It's be my pleasure; understand that my excuses come from the blood banger, and for the most part I am a gentleman and an honest grave digger. How funny it is that the man can gyrate through realms of the spectacular, and subterranean gloom.

The hilarity is the child of reality's provocation.

Two things to do this week:

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