A meandering stroll through life's adventures with the occasional stop to smell the daisies, back-hand the idiots and make the all too occasional mistakes. Or, I've got too much time for my own good and too little money for an addiction.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Bitch, get out of here. You spilled my skittles!!!
I don't know what skunked or poodle-balled means.
And I'm using every ounce of energy trying NOT to use my imagination.
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