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April 21, 2009 in this is me | Permalink
Those things make me nervous. I'm afraid to know how my mind works.
I'm also afraid of the closet monster.
April 21, 2009 at 09:11 PM
Refill your own wineglass, but with some Patron Reposado. You will find that it is better than pumpkin....
April 21, 2009 at 11:32 PM
BHO spray tan abs? Must know more.
April 22, 2009 at 08:11 AM
my beast takes care of my wine glass for me. i tell him it is the one time each day someone does something for ME :)
hope steds is feeling better today.
April 22, 2009 at 08:14 AM
Hmmm... that looks like the struggle from this side of the monitor...
Is it wrong of me to not care about O-Hole's abs? Really?
April 22, 2009 at 08:38 AM
The wine glass?
I shall endeavor to alert Dr. Phil.
April 22, 2009 at 10:42 AM
I know you're busy but We Need Your Input and Reporter's Nose for more info: BO went for a drive yesterday in his limo in DC. Advance people went through the streets telling them to Get Inside, No Sidewalk Gawkers!!! Friends had to hang out a window to see them pass, couldn't be in the yard.
Never had heard of such Imperial Ways.
April 22, 2009 at 11:27 AM
THe gold bar in the middle of the arrow thingys is for spinning the whole damn thingy??/
April 22, 2009 at 09:39 PM
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