Oliver, daily: 4 November 2005

I cannot take these preversions anymore.
Dog-eat-dog-world that you are !
U Go “Oh”, Liver
the pope will hear from this,
Sincerily;
— Crachàt Nov 4, 2:01am
sniff Mmmmm…. new colonge?
— Daisy Mae Nov 4, 2:36am
“Are we inside or outside, Ollie? I’m confused.”

“Hush. I’m trying to figure it out myself.”
— Weimlady Nov 4, 6:47am
Hmmm…maybe all ears DO smell like cornchips!
— Meg Nov 4, 9:44am
I smell rabbit, do you smell rabbit?

No
— Jerry Nov 4, 10:07am
If these plants got in HERE, we should be able to get out THERE.
— sapphire Nov 4, 11:57am
Oh yea, now massage down just a bit, down the spine a bit.
— Zen Nov 4, 1:18pm
Pssst!
— john Nov 4, 3:36pm
Keep watching.

I am! No one’s coming.

Are you sure?

Yes I’m—- Doh! What was that?
— Lisa Nov 4, 9:13pm
This picture puts me in mind of the late pope.
— Marly Nov 4, 11:56pm
“I know why the caged bird sings, Hugo.”

“Does he sing for bacon, Oliver?”
— formerly dogless joe Nov 4, 11:57pm
So beautiful!
— Sonia Mascaro Nov 5, 9:10pm