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Of Passing Interest
I Don't Believe In Karma
We're Number 291! Or 345!
Zzzzzz: Strib Crowns A-Klo
It Was Twenty Years Ago Today (or Yesterday), Part XXXVI
Weekend Earworm
Absence of Grace
Patty Wetterlying - Again
Know Them By Their Actions
Your Roots Are Showing
People Say...
Defining Smart Down
Thoughts, Prayers, Wishes
Like Raaaaaiiiin, On Your Wedding Day, Part II
How does she know what burnt flesh tastes like? Should you really be associating with people like her?
Posted by: lyle at June 7, 2005 09:30 AMPerhaps not. Such is the depth of my blind spot for redheads.
Posted by: mitch at June 7, 2005 09:32 AMI don't want to disappoint, Mitch, but I actually tried, and liked, the blueberry. Not enough to forsake the plain and drink it every day, but it wasn't half bad.
Posted by: jess at June 7, 2005 10:34 AM