I was afraid to look this morning to see if it was still here. Upon retrospect, I should have named it READ THIS NOW and nobody would have dared look at it.
(I'm not too good at the reverse psychology thing but learning it might come in handy. The same thing happens when I go shopping with my teenage daughter. "Isn't this cute," I say, helpfully, and she drops whatever it is on the floor like it has cooties.)
We are Culled, we are frozen, we are stuck in here together, we are promised to tomorrow while we're in this bag today. We are corn, we are onions. We are peppers - just add cheese. We're the harvest for your hunger, We are carrots, we are peas(e).
Who's fighting, Carl? I'd Coll all this more Bach-a-Nail-Ian. A sort of CMAA Burning Man Festival, without the libidinous stuff. OTOH, I just dodged a cabbage and jello cup apparently thrown by Noel. I'm onto you, Ol' Man!
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