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|  Alphabet Soupby Skippy LeBonne   March 17, 2003 Monday, March 17, 2003
Anemic anteaters from Azerbaijan bounce from brassieres and bark at batons. Cold-water codfish cause cramps in the colon of a dark-dimpled debutante named Deborah Dedolin. East of the egg factory, eyes can enjoy fat-fingered Francophiles fasting in festive Flournoy. "Great!" gabbed the grouse-eating Gregory Gregross. "How homey, a heart heals in the hearths of hosts." Incredulous Incans inspect his inflection while judicious Japanese gents make joking suggestions. Kiss-kindling Kansans knit knives in a knot as laconic Laotians look lazy a lot. Merely making mention of meatloaf as he might Nicholas Nanewton needs news of the night: "Only obliging an orange or one oat… perhaps peas, persimmons, parsley? Please promote quietly, quaintly and quite quick the quality of radishes and rubarb and ruffled red roe! Salmon swim stateside and slip slightly slow through thoughts that trip toward the tip of my toe, underneath unusual ulcers until or unless venomous vitamins vent my vile stress." Wouldn't we want well-worded wishes which examine such exciting expository expertise on dishes? "Yes, young Yertle, yesterday you might. Yet zebras zipping zeppelins is too much. Goodnight." Quote of the Day“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I did not get my head blown off by a gorilla fluent in sign language and wielding a shotgun. He was only a man in a gorilla suit, and the weapon a mere .38 handgun. I just wanted to sound important.”-Mack Twain Fortune 500 CookieIt's about time you learned to play bass. The bad fish you had last weekend will finally cause food poisoning sometime in the next week. With great power comes great responsibility, and sometimes, executive bathroom privileges. Lucky numbers 86, 75, 30, and 9.Try again later. Top 5 commune Features This Week
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