January 10, 2005
our loyal riader jef remids us of that grand ol sogn abot the moa!
i lossed my moa
own tha slops of mauna loa
naver noo wut it was foa
an im glad he did cause it rely tugs at the hartstrigns. u can imaagin the por moa standin their suroundad by brimstoan an lava an wahtnot an just kinda lokin aroun. cause moas arnt rel bright. i mean there ten feet tal but they got tiny litl branes like shrepmp. so shes standin their wiht her shaterd dreams wanderin 'duhhh whats goin on? whered jef go? wherd e go?' an menwhile jefs like sneakin off calamberin down the mountin muterin 'jesus what was i thinkin? waht teh hel do i wnat with a moa?'
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on the marquee, the lax non scripta bitt...
u souldnt chunge suhc thnings ... roma locuta est; causa finita est.
Jeff, lial royster
PST hou ded u no mai moa was a fremale. i bets ist becuse lass is moa.
ur rihgt about loss is omaha! taht was a gud ges!