I am truly remiss as a friend. Look up Remiss in the dictionary and thar, surely, is my picture. Of course, my picture also shows up under more opprobrious words, too. I pay them extra for that, by the way.
At any rate, Rosie has kiddies. Little goaties. How cool is that? Lookit:

I'm sure they have the Satanic irises goats are reknowned for, but we won't hold that against them, will we?
I'm sure that birthing was tough work on a cold Smokey Mountain night. Go give Rosie congratulations, and read that post. It's very elegant. I'm jealous, as I'm way too impatient to spin my yarns so eloquently.
Is this what they mean by Goatse?
Posted by: Elisson at February 2, 2007 8:37 PMNot quite. But it's certainly what we mean when we call you Goatse, Ellie May.
Posted by: Velociman at February 2, 2007 9:00 PMWhen the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Hunter S. Thompson
All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher.
Ambrose Bierce
Wall
Posted by: Wall at February 2, 2007 11:29 PMnot sure what all that means, but they do look delicious. Holler at me when it's time to roast 'em.
Posted by: Circa Bellum at February 4, 2007 9:17 AM