Since last I spoke with you, the moon has floated 90 degrees around, and boy did I see it coming!
My rage regarding the Non-Troll mixup has subsided, only in place for a passionate lusting for all things Neilish which makes my bladder throb like so many belly aches. Ah, love, such a feeling as this few can comprehend.
My week may be appropriately summed up as follows:
Twas one loofah of a week!
But alack, my stomach yearns for the sweet fragrance of cold tomato soup and yams. Till next we meet, vaarwel!
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I don't comment as much as I should because I never remember my blogger id and you don't have a whole lot of different options for signing in to leave a comment. quit policing so much, yo.
As you have requested, so have I speedily done! May your comments fill this land like Boll Weevils upon the cotton fields of lore!
cold tomato soup indeed!
OK good. Now post a lot and give me much more to comment too.
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