That's soooo strange. I'm wearing the boxers of my ninety year old neighbor who is still alive. He works in his garden, lots. Gets sweaty. Right now we are watching the Price is Right together and wagering on the price of a quarternary of pickled figs. Ah! I won!!!
& I have been reduced to cinder, to ash, to turbid crinkles, to lil' rivulets of rigor mortis, to messy umbrage, to . . . you're just jelious (the preferred internets spelling) because Malan Breton from Project Runway Season 3 e-mailed me & not you. Hey, I'm applying to grad school. Call me!!!
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That's soooo strange. I'm wearing the boxers of my ninety year old neighbor who is still alive. He works in his garden, lots. Gets sweaty. Right now we are watching the Price is Right together and wagering on the price of a quarternary of pickled figs. Ah! I won!!!
now that's hot.
...but until you turn on the comments on your blog, lovies, you look like just another hoser who can't take what he dishes out.
xo
& I have been reduced to cinder, to ash, to turbid crinkles, to lil' rivulets of rigor mortis, to messy umbrage, to . . . you're just jelious (the preferred internets spelling) because Malan Breton from Project Runway Season 3 e-mailed me & not you. Hey, I'm applying to grad school. Call me!!!
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