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The snowstone weblog has been dormant for some eight months now. During that period, many was the time I felt a strong inclination to resume it. In fact, the time was very many. You, my loyal readers, flooded my snowstone mailbox and clicked just about any comment hyperlink you could get your hands on, all to convince me to blog again.

You promised me the most bizarre rewards for restarting, ranging from ridiculously long private parts to intimate intercourse with livestock. But all your pleas fell on deaf ears (they're my grandma's, and she's 91).

But then, one day, I received an e-mail from a little girl in Mexico that touched my heart. She told me that if I didn't forward that e-mail to everyone I knew, she would die of the rare disease that was ailing her and, more importantly, so would I.

So, to kill two birds with one snowstone, I decided to revive this weblog. Yes, your index fingers, worn down to a stub from pressing Refresh all these months, can take a well-deserved break, because I'm back.

Oh yes, about the little girl. Her e-mail address is

Viagra.Herbal@gay-bestiality-poker.biz

So send little Viagra an e-mail, and be sure to tell her that cronopio sent you.