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- I could go be "pretty, pretty Aubrey" somewhere else.
- All that wonderful hair.
- Like sands in an hourglass, these are the holes of...
- Please stop belittling me.
- The proof is in the pudding.
- Camelback VW: It just doesn't get much worse.
- A place with trees
- Two breast pumps too many.
- Casual Friday
- Dadgummit! Blowout!
- Sweet motivation
- Can someone demonstrate the "King of the Dance" po...
- Speaking of free massages....
- At a stoplight this morning.
- I wish somebody would do something about how fat I...
- No thank you, I do not want a free spa day.
- Grocery stores should not sell cigarettes.
- I adopted a pet llama.
- Aubrey deserves...
- How you know it's time to move your baby from the ...
- The thing about Volvos.
- West of the Mississippi
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- Sweet Adeline
- Me 'n Col
- Robisons
- The Carters
- How to store cheese.
- Have a sit.
- The Hills
- The Faerbers
- Bryant in Mexico
- The Sarah Synopsis
- The Sibbie
- Jill
- Daddy Types
- Pout Design
- Ready Made Magazine
- snowblahg
- C-SPAN
- NPR Online
- Fox News
- 3-Hive
- 1.618
- more than milk
- fluxblog
- antarctica starts here
- gentle tyrants
- said the gramophone
- The Chicken Dance
- The Chicken Dance²
- Numa Numa
- Just for decorations
1 comment:
Can I have just one day of glory without having to let everyone know the score was to Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star? Sheesh! I am going to practice a Paula Abdul song and blow everyone off the board next time. No more Mr. Nice Guy...this is war.
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