happy hippos are made entirely out of tasty white filling goodness. tram boys with long hair and greyblue eyes are meant to be stared at...especially if they started it. why are you not here - tell me the fuck why. i would run to There and drag you back Here by your hair but i am sleepy and happy hippos are calling to me. the fact that There is several hundred kilometres away may also have something to with why i am not sprinting out the door this very instant. i just realised that happy hippos are disturbing. the people at Kinder are on drugs. maybe battery acid.