discolé monade

attempted to cut a weed supply with black market potatoes. an actual success, since burning it made it smell like pototo chips.

gets paid by carrot top to compliment his new look.

knows what peanut does behind closed door with mr. hoonie.

made another ham, trying an idea. i used inglehoffer instead of plain yellow, between teh fat and meat, with bits of pineapple. on a bed of pineapples, with an outer rub of brown sugar and honey. cold slaw? cole slaw? out of the garden cabbage. yum. i had no carrots though. shame. seared brussels sprouts in a balsamic and honey reduction. and twiced baked po'tay'toe

loves the way her pee smells afteer an asparagus binge.

'served it's purpose' and probably the premise for a story, next season.

as he tells it, once he reached the summit to find the lone tibetan monk, the wise old man looked at him and said 'who the hell are you? did you bring the newspaper at least?'

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orrrrrrrr

was akzzually the one that told beyonce to bulldoz into the country music scene.

now now skee- oh...loomer, laura with the scuffed knees? carry on.

that plane has been in WPB, florida airport since february. and he plans on announcing? seems to me the announcement has already by made. everything is fine. this is ok.

showed mr. hoonie how to make the perfect grilled cheese sandwich, just like in that movie 'benny and june'