Yes, let us achieve pants.
2006-02-21 - 4:26 p.m.

O, the deer know such strange things. What tales I've been told by those who chase grass and frolick over vicious terrain as if the land they live on was nothing more than a soft, romantic bedroom. Their whispers encountered my ears one evening as I lay under a boulder wondering how I'd make it home in one piece. It was a long and feathery night. No other sleepless night has brought me such strange inspiration nor brought about such a drastic change in my state of existence.

Further discoveries are upon us.

Let's pretend to be aquatic birds and take turns filling our mouths with the smelly sludge that sits temptingly at the bottom of lakes. Delicious! Do you find little bugs to be erotic? Shall we dance the dance?

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