GridcosmLevel 1286 of 4696
Started on Nov 13, 2002.
Completed on Nov 14, 2002.
Grid poemIt was a lovely evening under the Milka moon when Billy Beretta was off to St. Peter's soon to see the little Gianna milk! milk! rectangles! " he began to scream. We all knew the truth. Though he hated to admit it, he was self wig but even more than wig, he doubted his recollections of the hair prarie home freakout. Creepy and the inevitable gaff that broke his face forever.
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AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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