Life ain't fair. Deal with it.

Monday, November 20, 2000 [by:SpaceBass]

They rolled me over in a pick-up truck; I tried to resist, but had very little luck. Though it was twenty degrees below outside, the flaming beer chaser put a tan to her hide. Running through the desert with a pocket full of string, smoking red clover in the meadow where they sing. "Let my people go!" said the Tiger to the Frog. "Not a chance," he replied, falling off the knotty log.