So I’m sitting in my back yard looking at the water day dreaming of running into the every elusive turtle. And none shall appear. I consider going to the local pet store – but last time I went –I was unable to negotiate a sale out of the over protective, under oxy-pad, sales girl. Man I’m still steamed about that one. Speaking of steamed – mail order turtles: http://www.turtlesale.com/rare-turtles1.html
Not only are they delicious in meals like turtle soup, or that ice cream sundae with hot fudge, caramel and pecans- they also are great listener. Which is why, you and any step children you have- should not finish reading this wonderfully written article, just order one…then come back – so you can see what happens to the hookers.
I’ll wait.
Glad your back. So Donatello (the one in purple), set his bo-staff down and says to the hooker, “You had a heck of a ‘hook’ in the final scrum, without your hard work, and perseverance we never would have beaten those warlords from Dimension X.” They hugged in the most heterosexual way a hooker and ninja turtle can.
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