03-27-2007, 03:19 AM
a beaver trying to build a damn smack dab in the middle of your forehead! But enough of that ridiculous speculation that threatens to overload you mind. Is it fate that seems to divert attention from cherry picking in order to eat whales? Or is it a sense of chance. The chance to buy a litter box where small pups can grow up in a less stinky environment? No. It is the chance for a small push to alter the course of history so that little Felix, the mastermind of the Great Folk Song Revival of 2033 can grow up to become the greatest pastry chef in the galaxy, not to mention the worst guitarist known to man. But to the Amiablites, he was their hero. They did not notice his irregularities such as...