I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor. But then I overheard your prayer, that you be this and nothing more than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire, the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair, working for the Yankee Dollar.

Friday, February 09, 2007

hmmm it looks like a....

what the hell is it? is it the something out of Lost? is it the new club down the road? have the aliens finally come? all i can say is that it involves norway (gotta love them up there, seriously!) and seeds. click here for more...

posted by George at 11:00 AM

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