Yep, here at Read My Lips, neurons are hard at work in an attempt to create some of the most innovative and bizarre word patterns, as well as colorful verbal visions, that can be found anywhere within the immense blogosphere. How is this accomplished, you ask? Well, 'member that little imp I was discussin' earlier? He tortures the all those little neurons until they produce all the fine crap you are allowed to freely browse upon at a leisurely pace here on read My Lips. I did promise you a pic of that little imp, didn't I? Well, he is a bashful little fellow and is hidin' behind the curtain below the fold. He is, of course, the one in the very somber outfit.
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Posted by Tiger at December 15, 2004 11:04 PM | TrackBackWow! You're spunky!
Thanks for your comments on my art. I wasn't expecting an artist on the other end of the line. Love the drawing in your sidebar.
Posted by: A'ilina at December 16, 2004 12:01 PM