Scriber's Night Game: Down From The Trees...

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Monday, April 2, 2007

Down From The Trees...

what fo yer walk upright like a mans, heed de calls of polite conversation, getting on with civilization? See criss cross fum unblinking eye balls. Could be hairy fo de human race; ok ter my lower taste; gots de ability to grunt intelligently, and sound count to three good as yer ner me. Ner tactile... Sign in to see full entry.

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