The Verdict Is In:
Rancid lamb fat smells much worse than fresh asphalt being rolled.
I will not field any questions about my housekeeping abilities.
Friday, December 16, 2005
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But you're caught in your own glory. You are believing your own stories. Timing your contractions. Inventing small contraptions That roll across your polished hardwood floors. ~cake "open book" lyric
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