The Wrath of Dawn
Hearts and flowers
Posted by WrathofDawn at 1:00 p.m.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
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- Caption-me-do
- Can she bake a cherry pie
- Help stop the spread of VD
- So sue me
- And slightly over two hours later...
- And the 'lizzard lingers
- Holy Acrophobia, Batman!
- It's a 'lizzard!
- These are the people in your neighbourhood
- I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Escher
~ Yaks! Fahsands of 'em! ~
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I brings a tear to my eye. Rather like VD itself.
Somethign to do with the strain of getting my wallet out.
Mmmmm...as in Very Dear!
Death to Valentines Day!
:oP
Yep! Death to that damn day!
...and if my door *does* hit you in the ass, *don't* show me the bruise. Nobody needs to see that crap.
Happy V-Day all. Not.
Mwa ha! Ricardipus gave me the message to put on that anti-valentine when i send it!
I love it! And where can I get a sack of those candy hearts? You've captured the real meaning of VD. For me, anyway!
Hey Wrathful one, just hoping you don't get too clobbered by all that snow that's coming your way...
Oooh! You're getting a nice golden brown crust on your blog now...
nearly baked then!
There's a badger story in today's metro BTW. Will scan and send tonight.
Oh hurrah! After a whole weekend of trying to open that page, success at last!
Brilliant btw :-D
Thanks, R. Spent over two hours shovelling Saturday, then another hour moving the rain-soaked sludge from my driveway that the plow left. Why does it always rain after a big snow storm? That's just cruel!
gw - Will look forward to badger news!
misty - The badcupid site? It probably had too many people trying to access it. Bah. Humbug. And redrum.
Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal were overwhelming.
But every now and then he'd hear an internal reassuring voice in his head that said:
"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go."
But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality.
Whispering......
Dave........
Dave........
........you're a vet.
Just had an idea for a VD marketing / manufacturing opportunity.
Heart shaped buckets.
Fnarr, snicker and heart-shaped buckets of laughter!
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