Memories of the Wind.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Barbecued.
Before I died on myself, I got grilled by my own victim. Torched and flamed.
Thanks.
No wonder I still smell like barbecued meat.
Hell. She suggested trying baking next time.
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Eh.. nonsensical post. Blame it on all the unconscious brain cells.
Nite peeps. =)
Thanks.
No wonder I still smell like barbecued meat.
Hell. She suggested trying baking next time.
..
z
..
z
..
z...
Eh.. nonsensical post. Blame it on all the unconscious brain cells.
Nite peeps. =)
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