| hobbledehoy. fustian aubade. apothegms.
there's a box. and a rebel. and two warring sides. and one fuzzy, delusional prison.
how can you expect consistency from the product of vascillation.
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| no texas for me next year.
i'll just have to move wings 'n more wherever I go. maybe i'll start my own franchise.
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| one time a brazilian gave me the nickname "Agua." he said it was cause of my eyes.
there were drums and singing and a circle of people.
I then fought with him.
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I think I used to be good at this.
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| my 3 month puzzle debacle has concluded. and for the record...do not celebrate anything by overdosing on yogurt covered raisins. even if you are very very tired and think it will keep you awake.
apparently it's always my fault and i keep people from dreamin'.
ever since i was about 8, my ability for ingesting "blue" chicken wings has deteriorated. now i can barely take "hot" - in fact, i was practically in tears. i used to wow everyone at the whitecap over sunday dinners.
how i've regressed.
it must be friday. |
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| i'll tell you what!
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not as cheezy as it sounds... |
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