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'Fuck's the the deal with wood floors?
Posted by: wa ching | July 14, 2009 at 12:59 AM
We can't get no traction.
Posted by: wa ching | July 14, 2009 at 01:27 AM
Heh. "Whuffling."
Why does saying that word make me think of Lionel Barrymore? :)
[script note] Mr. Barrymore's character is seen in the parlor, in high dudgeon, whuffling.
:)
Posted by: montag | July 14, 2009 at 02:04 AM
Gee, I wonder >
OT: I'm not kiddin'
Hog Calling Blues by Charles Mingus (available for 99 cents off amazon
If you can, get it!
Posted by: wa ching | July 14, 2009 at 02:15 AM
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Posted by: wa ching | July 14, 2009 at 03:48 AM
Those are some together cats.
Posted by: wa ching | July 14, 2009 at 06:06 AM
sigh, i suppose they'd bite me if i tried to pet their paws.
Posted by: pansypoo | July 14, 2009 at 01:01 PM