oh peas.

one of these things is not like the other(s): peas rule. keep the peas. peas pass the peas. peas off. world peas. make peas not war. peas pass the pasketti. portions of peas taste like poopy shit. give peas a chance. peas keep off the grass. running into a door results in minor concussion, seeing stars, and frozen peas.

non-google ad: my band, the black and blue armed peas, is seeking a non-fergie-related drummer to fill the left arm void of percussion, as it is currently under construction. i am temporarily alternating to the role of cowbell, a right-winged/armed instrument inspired by my good friend Will. applications may be sent to jodi c/o the box at 42 wallaby way. thanks, and have a peasful day.