More of the Same
I can't see the point in going on. Every day is the same. Today I thought I saw a python in my room, but it was just my trousers flung over a chair.
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And how would a python have lifted the mundaneness? It squeezes the life out of everything.
Hah! Trousers, you say. Women don't wear trousers, they wear pants (and ladies don't wear pants, but that's another story). Of course, perhaps you simply own them, as in "Those trousers aren't for wearing, they're for looking through". Acquired by adverse possession, maybe. The possibilities are endless.
if you haven't noticed, you are at the very top of my blogroll. but you probably don't have me listed b/c i moved to st. paul. damn. i have to wait until i take up residence in your garage or under your porch for a mention on the blogroll, i suppose?
i kid, of course. i kid. but you should take a saturday or sunday off from work someday.
Look, lady, you've been the third blog on my blogroll from time immemorial. If you were in this room I'd deck you good.
all this talk of blogrolls is making me hungry
-gatsby
I'm No. 42. What's that about? And can I have mine changed to reflect something about me, too? Like: "Your mom made me steak," or, "You had sex with my roommate."
Poor old nag. Have a cuppa Good Earth Tea and pop over to the Eurovision website for a browse
you totally mowed my lawn! i'm such an ass! i'll deck myself!
Trouser? Snake?
--Misspent
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