We toil in hot sun for garden harvest... sweatings sting eyes...
Vladimir you so drama. We atone "our" (*ahem*) misbehavings to escape DogHouse.
Mayhap we sing peasant songs to ease work load...! Bag powerful heavy...song arriving in throat...назад в былые времена...
Please not to s--Hey, what the -- you eat! You sneak snacks!
Ah..heh heh...tiny taste for crop acceptableness. I quality control!
Ha more we need you Quantity control! I check bag!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Plantation Gnomes
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