Sun, 10 June 2007 ![]() I go to a picnic at Arlene's mother's house and get into an unpleasant situation because I dare to mention the word "evolution." The old white man in the sky continues to sit on his throne and pass judgement over people, occaisonally stopping to sign paperwork allowing the flowers to evolve. Do those forms come in triplicate?? I get surrounded by grape soda drinking homo's who want to get Cagney and Lacey on me. Listen here or subcribe via: Comments[2] |








