The New Yorker (week of Jan. 27)
Syndy - I found the first third of D.'s "Crime and Punishment" quite cumbersome to slog through, however my patience paid off, and soon I was engrossed in maybe THE most riveting, page-turning thing I've ever read.
looking very comfortbale and content, and a nice person
Granted but you end up teleporting yourself right into the bed of Leonard Nimoy. (and his open, welcoming arms!)
I wish I could sing like Perry Como.
Granted but they're the Brussels Sprouts-flavoured kind
I wish I was representing Canada in Sochi in the luuuuuuggge (said Dr. Evil-like)
Granted, but it's one of those laptops that work only for North Korean internet.
I wish I could grow a ZZ Top beard.
rock steady - Paul Rodgers
I Got Athletes Foot Showering At Mike's - AxCx
Not in the slightest. My purity of thought and moral rectitude prevail in the even the most *degrading* of circumstances.wytKNEAgyiGx1dXb
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not crazy about being blindfolded.
"Our Band Is Wicked Sick (We Have The Flu)" - AxCx
"Mike Mahan Has Gingivitis" - AxCx
Harvey Korman is Gay - AxCx
definitely can't go wrong with pasta - as long as it's not every bleedin day of the week like I'm sure a lotta slobs do.
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may not be a cigar smoker but enjoys the smoke aroma.
"Why? Because it feels so goddamned good." - Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.
Never married (yet)
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doesn't always feel inclined to give change to spare changers.
yes.
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doesn't let a rainy day bring their spirits down.
throw it into the ole nest egg - nothing else better to do with it.
