Funny sheepy smell

Where the Madame goes to be amused by crap. A peanut butter emulsifer/stirrer, I ask you. The talking barbecue thermometer slays me.

I've been steaming the latest spinning experiment (ocher? turquoise?) and now my house smells like a humidified barn.

Dasparkhotel: intriguing!

Keith Knight's K Chronicles delights in the Holiday Season and the despair of December Birthdays.

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