Nice to meet you too, lips... Yes, the cat knew it was beautiful, a refugee after the storm...I called him Gary, he left when his people came back. Cats. Nice lips, are they yours?

Poor old Mean Dean? Have you read his stories? Poor him nothing, that guy is an evil genius.

I guess that is one way to get the ball rolling on the rippin, just do it to yourself...

Just for fun (and to further provoke the wrath of the beasts) I am gonna post a pretty rough draft...what the hell.

Beswitchingly