Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Previous Posts
- Alone. How to be it.
- Bulbous bouffant
- Mr. Badger hits the road
- Can you see me now? How about now?
- You'll be glad to know SafeSearch works
- Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
- Rant #1
- 16 Horsepower - Black Soul Choir
- Engrish - it's arive and well
- Decorating cents

~ Yaks! Fahsands of 'em! ~

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“Look, I’m sorry for blowing up earlier. It’s just…I can feel tequila…in my face” is my fave.
Meteoric.
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