Sorry to hear about your friend. I hope it all turns out okay.
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Did you have your underwear before the truck started acting funny? Cause, you know, sometimes when they strip you down, they have trouble remembering what goes where.
No clothes you see. Those greys have no shame.
Smuffy and I, well, ours is a forbidden love. Like Romeo and Juliet. Without the fruity tights. And the mamby-pamby iambic pentameter.
Many well wishes toward your friend, I hope her a speedy and full recovery
"- yes, popping a paper bag in the mall makes a very loud noise. yes, you can hear that shit echoing all through the place. yes, rent-a-cops are all dicks."
I think a lot of us have the same problem, oh well i'm not ashamed!!! had my chance to live on the wild side and decided to stay on my side of the street!
Besides i killed enough brain cells in the 80's and 90's!
livin large is the only way ta live... and trust me, if i had the pills i'd be chillin in style brotha.
damn i miss the chill pill delivery service of city living
Hope your week is a good one... i'll lite an extra stick of incense at the buddha for your friend.
It could be a lot worse than sushi (mmm . . . inari) and pbj's. I once spent a weekend living on jerky, combos, and chocolate.
The funny thing about the movie is that it has caused me, also a person who long ago stepped away from the hypocrisy (not sure I ever bought it in the first place), to ponder Jesus, his message, and its relative importance. I can't tell you how many discussions I have been engaged in since seeing it. Discussions that would otherwise have been about elections, music, or . . . good restaurants/cuisine! Ultimately I hope the movie at the least spurns discussions about anitsemitism and hate in general. Debate is healthy.
Himal Chuli and another restaurant, Chautaura (sp?) are both Himilayan joints in Madison. Himilayan food is sort of a cross b/w Indian curry and middle eastern yogurt/lamb type dishes. Great stuff.
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Did you have your underwear before the truck started acting funny? Cause, you know, sometimes when they strip you down, they have trouble remembering what goes where.
No clothes you see. Those greys have no shame.
Smuffy and I, well, ours is a forbidden love. Like Romeo and Juliet. Without the fruity tights. And the mamby-pamby iambic pentameter.
I see your