I keep trying to get Rovey to make a statement, but that goofy Glubblegorp has been taking victory laps in the pudding vat since the sun came up, and I just can't hear him clearly through his greedy gobblings of butterscotch. At the very least, he has been tracing languid "W"s through the whorls and swirls of his sweetly-slicked chest fluff.
Will keep you a "breast" of the situation!
Posted by Virginia at November 3, 2004 02:38 PM | TrackBack