Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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- 7-Nine Stores: an early prototype
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- We thank Brent for his efforts, and wish him ...
- People with food on their heads really know football.
- He always kept his fingernails nicely trimmed.
- No, you taste it.
- Dinner and a movie? Maybe.
- The cold hard truth about flocking.
- He starts on the DogPatch tomorrow, Daisy Mae.
- And after class, I'll show you my hog futures.
- You just want me for my comments.
- More leaked pics of celebrity elks rutting.
- You're bi-polar, but in a different way.
- Not counting the stuff I have on over that.
- I'm holding out for double broccoli as well.
- I'll put her down as 'Undecided'.
- Jet Blue is committed to total passenger comfort.
- Why didn't someone tell me about camp last year?
- This would be easier if I were blond.
- Better Conditions, Higher P(see next page)ay!
- That sensitivity training is really starting to pa...
- Better grab his too, just to be on the safe side.
- We'll do the foreplay Tuesday. That work for you?
- These cookies are to die for. And speaking of tha...
- Green Family Reunion: a happy ending.
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4 comments:
“I know I look like Chandler from Friends and Spencer Pratt’s lovechild, I take it as a compliment.”
Haha... I thought it was only guys who fell for that line
"Seriously, you're starting to sound just like your Father. Now, are you going to pick up your brother from soccer or not?"
"And if I get cancelled twice in the same year, I'll take that as a compliment too."
Not that I know anything, Myra, but the prospect of having a naked person on the other end of the phone is enough to kick-start anyone's imagination.
Hahahaha! Bea, I can't imagine imagining my mother imagining me naked. I wonder what kind of answer this guy got before the 'Seriously': "Well, I've been sprinkling bread crumbs on the casserole and now I'm wiping my hands on my apron ... oh, look. It's come untied!" BLAAAH!! Unsee! Unsee!
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