right, i am the master of my domain. my thoughts are my own. i will no other to read them. ![]() ![]() ![]() | i do not want any cheese foob. ![]() ![]() ![]() | hey, it's cool man. maybe later. sometimes the anticipation of cheese is more satisfying than the cheese itself. gah! ![]() ![]() ![]() | how is he able to read my every thought? um... ![]() ![]() ![]() | you are talking to me right? talking? ![]() ![]() ![]() | yes. i am understanding your mouth sounds. are they meant for me? ![]() ![]() ![]() | speech not thought? i guess there hasn't really been a need for distinction between the two of late. ![]() ![]() ![]() | poor guy. he sounds like he could really use some cheese right now. ![]() ![]() ![]() | i said i didn't want any. ![]() ![]() ![]() | wait- -what? ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
The Cheese is master of my domain.