GridcosmLevel 800 of 4664
Started on Jun 14, 2001.
Completed on Jun 15, 2001.
Grid poemThe lewd crude farmer carried the fish in his underwear and winced when then old hag called him on the bet Hi-yo Silver! Even though I'm pregnant and impatient wac jag led i'd crude farmer riding on the fish ride. Then there was this one crazy ride that they dress you up like a spaceman, and then they just keep elevating you. No handrails. Nothing. You just stand there like a numbnuts and keep going up. And the farmer would take it to the limit one more time if the courtesy counter would get its number of the beastmaster correct and give his spry ferret a morsel.
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