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Two bit, low down, rotten, dirty happiness
|  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“Freedom is a fragile thing, and must be protected; however, it is nowhere near as fragile as my aunt's vase, so it seems a fair exchange to lock you in your room for two weeks, you little hooligan.”-Mom Fortune 500 CookieMore fruit, dammit!—more fruit, I say! Time to give up the blackmail scheme; there's no getting blood from a stone. Flush once for yes, twice for no. You'll bury all your old grudges this week, and grandpa—sorry, I suppose we could have let you know in a nicer way. Bad dog goes horrible dog this weekend.Try again later. Least Requested Christmas Gifts
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