Jill’s got nothin’ on us.
PS: Chad and I are rockin’ the Flag this Fri (my last “personal day”)-Sat-Sun. Come get some.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Jill’s got nothin’ on us.
M must have pepper seedlings to take care of.That is seriously funny shit.
Yum, red onions.
Nice new blog look. Now we have to do the entire 90 mile ride if we are going to get to eat some B&J.
dang I thought I had a problem!Thanks for the shorts!
No prob Dave. No don’t go cutting them with power tools or anything…
i really want to go to the store right now and buy some ice cream. it’s too late though… i guess i’ll have to settle for pop tarts.
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