AN OUTRAGEOUS WASTE OF TIME AND TYPE
I groan to think of all the recipes waiting in line at buildabelly's door. Dozens and dozens stand in a row, some of which I've now forgotten how I made, and some of which Mildred is responsible for.
I'm sorry. Perhaps someday, we'll return in force to build all of your bellies.
Spun by Abigail on Sunday, August 08, 2010
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