My head has been fed,
enough bullshit to say....
I think everyone posting
has...
a brilliant perspective on any theory that pertains to a logical experience in the nature of recieving or distributing a proper amount of bullshit to continue to keep the momentem of the life experience of the fred like, bubbu-bubba like, thing, moving toward a cultural MoaB existance, growing.


Huh?

Ps.Rustic Poet Lariat, not to be confused with a rope.


Tweed, Do you wear plaid when you play your accordian? I believe this could be a special, special effect, but what the hell do I know about accordian players anyway.