- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Hmm. I seem to have ribs no matter what mood I'm in. Maybe they turn into something else while I sleep, but as far as I can tell I have ribs every time I check.
Personally, I love ribs. They protect my innards.
I would rather take all the zebra's money and let him take my place as an Outback entree. You might notice that I didn't reply, but you probably won't. Oh, well...