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August 05, 2008
Shelob
Well, this explains where all the small children in the neighborhood have gone...
Dang, those suckers grow big sometimes.
Posted by Mr. Bingley at August 5, 2008 07:45 AM
Comments
Yikes. Better make sure all the puppies are accounted for, too.
Posted by: Kate P at August 5, 2008 10:35 AM
How do you think Bingley got the brisket, Kate? You thought he bought it?
Posted by: tree hugging sister at August 5, 2008 11:15 AM
HA! Well, I confess I thought the chicken recipe at first glance said "Roadkill Chicken," and that didn't faze me.
Posted by: Kate P at August 5, 2008 11:26 AM
"She served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts, weaving webs of shadow; for all living things were her food, and her vomit darkness."
Posted by: El Cid at August 5, 2008 08:53 PM