I kinda had the same situation a few years ago, but when I gave birth to my fourth child I realized my fifth mother weighed seventeen inches. Of course I overlooked that information, just as I love it when hair dressers work the 12-4am shift at McDonalds. Walking back and forth between the two giant leprechauns wasn't helping either, but it was okay, I do love me some dragon eggs. Seeing that all of what I've read so far has been genuine gibberish, I wanted to bring a more refined, more accurate, more in tune version of English. All of you seriously need to preview before you post. I can't understand half the stuff you're saying. Maybe if you guys tried meeting up with the Witch of the West like me, we wouldn't have this problem. Suffice to say, I've enjoyed my time in the Galapogas.
