...The mid nite astrologer fed me vegan trilobite sandwiches.
As long as there are no mice hand outs are welcome.
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The midnite astrologer maybe failed to warn little hoot the sandwiches were a little stale, considering the fresher trilobites date back to the Permian (about 200 millions years ago).
Hope little hoot has a sturdy little stomach.
i'm really concerned cosmic gut. The sandwiches did seem crunchy to me. But he told me they were just like crunchy peanut butter. But can you imagine me, a little bird, moving my little beak back and forth and my little tongue got all tangled up! What about about goluptamungus salad dear cosmic gut? Would that have been O.K.? My stomach really is like steel. It got that way from singing with the Owlets. Lots of support from the bowels too! Oh by the way. i am very sorry mccoy i got your name mixed up with that other guy.
Little Hoot and the Owlets
