When you get off your high horse up in utopia, take a look in the mirror and get a real good glimpse at how "important" you are.
By the way, I just emailed Kev that item I sent you.
Snausages......................................
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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