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June 12, 2003
Wiffy.
24 hours later, and my hands STILL smell of garlic.
Oh, and an explosive rooster terrorised Christchurch earlier this week. Sadly, he's gone to the "chookery in the sky".
Chookery.
I like to say that word.
Chookery. Chookery.
Posted by Jacqui at June 12, 2003 01:52 PM
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