Chicken Says
posted by Sam at
8:55 PM
Friday, August 08, 2008
My name is Sam.
I jam out with my clam out. Every day. Even the days when the clam is unshaven or just plain funky. There is no life without the clam.
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4 Comments:
They help their friends look for dropped change? They assist in somersaults training? What?
Dirty, dirty little lego men!!!
...and they're not half bad at what they do either.
and yes, one partner should always be wearing...a baseball cap.
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