Friday, November 19, 2004

weasel!


"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and the suddenly flips
over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
-Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, Ann Brashares
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:16 PM

    And after the ice weasels, the ice lobsters come.

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  2. Anonymous11:36 PM

    And after the ice lobsters, the Maryland Blue Lobsters. :)

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  3. Anonymous3:58 AM

    And after the Maryland Blue Lobsters ... Oh, nevermind! This is getting old.

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