hey you are makinf fun of me a writer, what is your definition, the real reason i am writing to you old pen pal is because of my friend cindy being published and to tell you you should be published and you ask seriously what is in blqack or blodd pudding, tidbits are sausauge kidney tripe entrails of course your ox blood must be coagulated and then you fry it with your eggs leaving the eggs a bit runny, yum
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hehe yes yes they, we, are
You act like you didn't know that, my dear Mormon Democratic Vegetarian Feminist Totinos-in-Ranch Dipping Buddy.
I mean really....
hey you are makinf fun of me a writer, what is your definition, the real reason i am writing to you old pen pal is because of my friend cindy being published and to tell you you should be published and you ask seriously what is in blqack or blodd pudding, tidbits are sausauge kidney tripe entrails of course your ox blood must be coagulated and then you fry it with your eggs leaving the eggs a bit runny, yum
siiiigh.
I know, Dave. I know.
Denice, we should embrace it. I will follow your example. :)
Oh yes, they (we) are.
Are they weirder than artists?
You know, Rebecca... I'm thinking it's probably pretty equivalent. Between writers and artists, I mean.
Slide musicians in there, and you have the makings of one really, really wierd, really way-to-long Christmas party :)
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