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Sunday, January 13, 2008

3:02 PM - Toothpaste For Dinner

toothpaste for dinner
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1 comment:

Blogger Blake said...

Clipping my toenails is like that. Also I rewrote that xanga entry about my mother's foray into gaming, and I think it's much better now. Tell me what you think.  

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