neptune, returning from visiting his favourite aethiopians, from the this out of mere fatal vanity. cross to france, however, he would will rejoice in my misfortunes, they will accuse me of folly and than to be obliged to do a quantity of disagreeable things they did not
Posted by Tom at January 15, 2004 08:49 PMToday, my favorite spam poem was about how "amber plagued bologna." Poor Amber, she'll never live that down.
Posted by: Katie at January 17, 2004 05:51 PM