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You can practice your Barry White "right on"s.

All I got was a lousy ear infection.

Yow, you were lucky! Lucky and agile, and likely protected by ninja deities. My friend crashed her bike and had to get facial surgery

Well my Taj Majal rules say that you can use a fist on me whenever you're feeling ambitious enough.

Pinkies up, pants down y'all!

Your vids are like magnets! Do you have deep secrets? Tell us!

WOW i remember this song........... your old school hiphop is the shizznit lol

Things fall apart. The center cannot hold.

I just reread my post above. I guess you understood "when" meant "where." Thanks for the links.

They are a slightly different genre then I would normally listen to on a regular basis. The stuff I go for is slightly more abstract and unpredictable. Over all though they were good. I could see myself dancing to them in a club.

What he said.

Hooray!Hangover.

Feldspar. Oh!

You and I need to start a book-reading business. Dismissive reviews cost extra.

C'mon...Sack of Monkeys!

Wait. That WAS what we were rooting for wasn't it?

Sing the Ballad of Jesse James!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuKSFl6h0VU

Big ups to referential reference!

and she says losing love is like a window in your heart.......everybody sees your blown apart

(love it)

It's funny you mention that. I've thought, several nights and several times that you might as well team up with those with whom you wanted to copulate... even in a long term sense I mean, although I've never known such a thing as being desired by girls with three tatooed dots in between their thumbs and forefingers, I've oft imagined that might carry me, without a doubt, through any hard times that might find me.

And isn't it such a close, second cousin to love? A necessity, in fact?

Unfortunately, many of those ladies still get arrested quite frequently at best, or live in inordinately depressing realities with which I've always been entirely inequipped to dea at best. In the immortal words of the Meatmen: Freud was wrong.

But Darwin had something there.

It has all to do with logic. The simple logic of procrastinating (which works, by the way), running out the clock, and sparing some poor bastard's feelings... or checking it out really hard first, in which case Springsteen, disappointment, or subwoofers inevitably kick in and make you wonder what in the heck you're doing there.

Then again, though I've historically had several, I've never really had that many options.

the eternal question, innit?


Thank the Lord for Match.com and background checks! What would we do without you?

i call bull shit.


i enjoy your shoes picture by the way

Peanut butter and honey works. Surprisingly, so does peanut butter with actual grapes, and peanut butter with orange slices.

When I got my first apartment, living all on my own for the first time, I took advantage of the freedom by sitting on the floor in my underwear eating grapes dipped in peanut butter til I felt sleepy then I just went to naptime right there. Then I put my tv stand in the bathroom and watched "Stripes" while taking a bath, just 'cause I could.

I've gotten used to independence since those long-gone days. I stay clothed most of the time now, and put the TV back in the living room.

I really shouldn't write these replies at 5am. It never comes out well...