tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075050240946510217.post661376165281034741..comments2023-10-01T11:37:41.205-04:00Comments on Newman's Notes: Cone Head the Bark-barianNewmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18404549272349312166noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075050240946510217.post-43104882780060663492010-08-11T15:08:39.070-04:002010-08-11T15:08:39.070-04:00Alas, the spring wind has blown into the mists of ...Alas, the spring wind has blown into the mists of summer. Cone Head the Bark-barian rests in the heat of the afternoon, awaiting a random breeze, and contemplating life without a cone. Subotai, do you remember life without a cone? Do you smell the storm approaching?<br /><br />As you can see, I have discovered the fountain from whence the cool wind flows. Come, Subotai, partake with me. Come, feel the spring wind again.cousin ajaxnoreply@blogger.com