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Mar. 6th, 2003 09:29 amWhat we need around here is some snow. That's what we really need.
*gah*
I want a grilled cheese sandwich.
*gah*
I want a grilled cheese sandwich.
Mar. 6th, 2003
ha ha ha space cadet
Mar. 6th, 2003 12:53 pmI really wish we had a Gorf machine here at work. I could really go for some Gorf right about now.
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Mar. 6th, 2003 06:08 pmI remember one time when I was about six years old and was playing with Evan Fager in his front yard. Evan's Dad came out on his way to the car and stopped to see what we were up to. He noticed that our shoes were untied, so he knelt down to tie them for us.
"I'll tie these shoes like a man from the ghetto," said Comb-over Man.
"GHETTO?" I thought. "What the fuck is he talking about?"
Twenty-five years later, I'm a lot wiser and more educated about the world, so of course now I look back on his words and think . . . "GHETTO? What the fuck was he talking about?"
"I'll tie these shoes like a man from the ghetto," said Comb-over Man.
"GHETTO?" I thought. "What the fuck is he talking about?"
Twenty-five years later, I'm a lot wiser and more educated about the world, so of course now I look back on his words and think . . . "GHETTO? What the fuck was he talking about?"