Dane Larsen blogs about babies, flying elephants, and geographic contingencies
the coven of witches will surely cackle through cracked tooth grins over bubling barrels of baby-bone broth and pant-hoot with approval at the nefarious intentions of this wolf. Be sure to attend a party with prizes, I reckon you've got a shot...samhain squeals,dave.
A family of Incredibles beat us. They got to take home the giant bag of Peanut M&Ms.
Oh my! Grandma, what a big mouth you have!