Comments on: Ice http://ferrari49.learnerblogs.org/2006/10/17/15/ Thu, 08 Jan 2009 08:04:43 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=wordpress-mu-1.2.5 By: Magenta Mascara » Blog Image Scavenger Hunt http://ferrari49.learnerblogs.org/2006/10/17/15/#comment-12 Magenta Mascara » Blog Image Scavenger Hunt Wed, 18 Oct 2006 01:56:55 +0000 http://ferrari49.learnerblogs.org/2006/10/17/15/#comment-12 [...] The doorbell rang, and I heard the twang echo in my ears. I was so incredibly tired, but an avid insomniac. I was getting kind of irritated, but i went to the door anyway. There was my best friend, smelling like a sewer, and appearing several shades darker. He wagged his tail, and romped through the house. Our neighbor looked disgusted, treating the hand that held the collar like it was infected, and holding it out like a wild sparkler on the 4th of July. She looked like she didn’t want it to get too close to her, but unfortunately, it was connected to her body. After she and her diseased hand took the pleasure of getting out of our house, definitely headed for the laundry sink and several tons of dish soap, I went to track down my bud. I peered across our lawn, and saw the fresh snow stained with the dirt that was hollowed out by Brody’s roundish shape. [...] […] The doorbell rang, and I heard the twang echo in my ears. I was so incredibly tired, but an avid insomniac. I was getting kind of irritated, but i went to the door anyway. There was my best friend, smelling like a sewer, and appearing several shades darker. He wagged his tail, and romped through the house. Our neighbor looked disgusted, treating the hand that held the collar like it was infected, and holding it out like a wild sparkler on the 4th of July. She looked like she didn’t want it to get too close to her, but unfortunately, it was connected to her body. After she and her diseased hand took the pleasure of getting out of our house, definitely headed for the laundry sink and several tons of dish soap, I went to track down my bud. I peered across our lawn, and saw the fresh snow stained with the dirt that was hollowed out by Brody’s roundish shape. […]

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