Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Monday, June 05, 2006
So Erin and I went strawberry picking on Sunday, unfortunetly, Erin was right, and I was wrong, and there were no berries to be picked. Well not no berries, but not enough berries for pick your own, just those picked by the staff. So instead we picked this: