One twenty eh em.
I suspect cell phones.
Von Sudenfed makes me happy. Is that so wrong?
I interrogate vineyards. I take the dog sweaters to task, that have made us all so unhappy with their innumerable sins.
It's time to deport the take-out menus. Maybe then our society can begin the long healing process.
We spent the morning smashing all the remote controls in our house, but the appliances refused to die. In the afternoon they all left.
The spirit wasn't willing, the flesh wasn't weak, but the fridge was off.
Damn it, when I say Judd Nelson stole my hot tub, I mean it. I mean I never had a hot tub.
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I think these drugs I'm taking are fucking with my head, because I swear that picture of you (you know, the one in the upper right hand corner) just blinked.
Does your photo blink or do I just need more sleep?
Is this a question I should be emailing to "Ask Palinode"?
Judd Nelson is an asshole. Yep.
Totally got baked with Judd out back the SaskPower building. We had ourselves a good chuckle about that hot tub you never had.
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