
09/30/08, 05:37 PM
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Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Austin-ish, Texas
Posts: 5,000
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Not in a foul mood, just having one of those dang days where every thing I touch seems to turn into a can of worms. I feel like crawling under my desk and taking a nap...but, sadly, they don't pay me the big bucks for that!
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"Perhaps I'll have them string a clothesline from the hearse I am in, with my underwear waving in the breeze, as we drive to the cemetary. People worry about the dumbest things!"
by Wendy
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