horus811 Nov 2002

once again lord caddington (the darkest angel alive) spins ballarina like 'pon his heel to deliver a crushing blow from his rhinestone encrusted pink gauntlet. 'grasshen' goes toppling end over end landing on a display of stanley tape measures near the return isle. no receipt, no return.(he called me your sycophant[yardtard]i've decided to make him my next project, i doubt that you mind...me moving off of you and onto him) pfff.