by fladriss » Mon Mar 01, 2010 1:14 pm
Well March is coming in like a lion this year ... or maybe it's a lamb. I mean it is a really nice day and lions aren't exactly nice, they can rip your arm of if they want. Then again lambs can be bastards too, head butting you in the nuts and the constant "baa"ing. Oh well March is here and the sun is shining and the Egg is playing. What more could anyone ask for?
Moss: Prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them along with this slice of humble pie, that comes direct from the oven of shame set at gas mark egg on your face.