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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
CRABBY D. BIATCH.
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU????????
(milky, I'm typing from inside your house. bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha ha!)
PS. Don't anybody talk about that guy who boiled his girlfriend cuz, Milky gets belly sick just thinkin' about somebody trying to eat another human. Which is why I feel really bad now that when we talked about the guy who ate his girlfriend I said, "Well, maybe his girlfriend asked him to eat her and he misunderstood." ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha!
Gotta run now! See ya!
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU????????
(milky, I'm typing from inside your house. bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha ha!)
PS. Don't anybody talk about that guy who boiled his girlfriend cuz, Milky gets belly sick just thinkin' about somebody trying to eat another human. Which is why I feel really bad now that when we talked about the guy who ate his girlfriend I said, "Well, maybe his girlfriend asked him to eat her and he misunderstood." ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha!
Gotta run now! See ya!
posted by MilkMaid at 6:28 PM | 
31 Comments:
Ugh oh.
Welllll. It's gonna be just a little while longer. I'm creating, kind of. Depends on your point of view but...I think I'm creating.
So...how YOU guys doin? Are ya fatter? Cause I am.
Oh and I had termites but that's a whole other story. Little bastards ate my scrabble game so I hired a hit man.
After our little sabatical in the Northern tundra, I nearly stood out on 480 with a sign - Looking for the Crabster....But in the end, it was too freagin' cold - dayum!!!!!! My gawd woman...who can actually live there - full time?? We lucked out, and headed South before the 9* weather set in....wooohoooo!!
Couldn't figger out how to sign in, so it's....
"Just your friendly lil ol lurker!"
At 1/05/2008 9:10 PM, 
gab
Check your shoes before you leave.
present and accounted for, ma'am