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How big is your tortoise? You can use Rubbermaid bins. Just cut out a spot in the lid for the lights to shine through and then it would stay pretty humid.Easter Sunday, 1977; unlimited funds for a run to Willow Creek, methinks it high time we try the smegma injector aparatus. Ask us what it's for, I emplore you, do to us what seventy five albatross haven't had the gall to try, I find it invigorating when attempted in the rain.
Oh tannanbaum, oh tannanbaum, do doo do doooo, do doo doooo
I found that on a site for people who keep tortoises - sorry - it just made me chuckle as it was so completely out of "left field" - kinda like how Muskie's post made me feel.Tortoise sizes? Rubbermaid and humidity? I must have missed some posts here.
Muskie - where is your goofy profile pic, I liked that guy.
How's Lady Isobella doing these days?Easter Sunday, 1977; unlimited funds for a run to Willow Creek, methinks it high time we try the smegma injector aparatus. Ask us what it's for, I emplore you, do to us what seventy five albatross haven't had the gall to try, I find it invigorating when attempted in the rain.
Oh tannanbaum, oh tannanbaum, do doo do doooo, do doo doooo
The Red River runs right through my town - did you know?Shaven legs and eyebrows, plucked and tucked, run ragged down Red River Valley, with Sally and all the rest, best not to ask what Lady Isobella is up to--if you knew I'd have to punt ye.
Just remember the Red River Valley, and the cowboy who loves youuuuu...so true.
muskrat and not_nadineTortoise sizes? Rubbermaid and humidity? I must have missed some posts here.
Muskie - where is your goofy profile pic, I liked that guy.
...and it spills out after following bad directions downtown.The Red River runs through us all.
Well, now you ruined it for me.October in the Dogturd Earth: 2099; or, Who Left Fannie's Broach At Willow Cove
Phase One: tuberculosis by osmosis
And so it began, in a van driven by no one, to nowhere, we didn't care, we'd had our share of canned baked beans, our jeans were greasy with whale fat, that and ferret blood. Would this, then, be the end--Is this our Waterloo? Wish I knew, I'm still floating that red river hidden valley ferry boat down the moat of shame. Leave money, food, and newspapers.
You get how it's all a parody of King Lear, right? Goodnight.
Don't you mean sullied?Well, now you ruined it for me.
Yes, you're right. I just didn't want to sully my response.Don't you mean sullied?