A daily - or every-other-day - account of all there is in my head that's dying to get out, via my fingers.
(I vow to attack this endeavor with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind.)
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
There's a Hurricane...IN MY PANTS
Hey, I suppose if I were stuck in a hurricane shelter instead of being on vacation in Cancun with my blonde girlfriend, I'd do the same...
(who's your favorite Little Rascal? Is it Alfalfa... or SPANKY... sinner...)
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