Monday, March 23, 2009

dumbo origato mister loboto-me

He stopped. Ted in his tracks. In udder disregard. staring at her fourheads to avert her large and heaving beasts. Fidgety. pandering his shoes. Him humming a four gotten tune. Bob. Hope it was. That was when he knew. It was really overt. Muttering ''Thanks for the Mammaries''. She fled wry and untuned.

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