Hi. I'm Charlene. I used to have four legs, as most cats do. Then something happened, I ended up on Kitty Death Row sans one hindy, and now I live in a mitten-shaped state with two goofy humans: T.O.C.E. and...uh...that other guy.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The One Called 'Prill flew her mother in from Cleveland just so she could witness the glory that is the Percussion Basket.
The prettiest banjo-ho there ever was, pickin' the Go-Gos.
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