tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202812998309064141.post1713056761591325896..comments2009-02-06T07:25:16.649-05:00Edward Sizlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051537850522965583noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202812998309064141.post-85995121131326962572009-02-06T07:25:00.000-05:002009-02-06T07:25:00.000-05:00Speaking of enchiladas, WHERE ARE MINE? I mean, I'm nice to you most of the time and I don't cause you any problems, (except for the almost raccoon attack on 2.0), which you wouldn't have known about if I wasn't so darned honest. Therefore, I need enchiladas. I need them bad. Did I mention it's cold out and I need more food when it's cold. As far as I've ever heard, (and I'm old and have read A LOT of newspapers), no Mexican has ever frozen to death. That's my justification.<BR/><BR/>Food. I need food.capt underpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051537850522965583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202812998309064141.post-13222161478015898322009-02-04T09:34:00.000-05:002009-02-04T09:34:00.000-05:00Are you just showing off now? My manatee pictures look like gray shadow blobs, and yours look like real animals. Whatever. I can make enchiladas. SO THERE!hillishilarityhttp://hillishilarity.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com