You know what I don't like? Sundays. Well. Sunday evenings. Because the closer it gets to bedtime, the harder it is to pretend I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Anyway, for no particular reason, here is this:
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- NaBloPoMo or: What I Learned this November
- Phone it in Saturday
- I eat that turkey then I take a NAP
- Remember when Ross tried to say, "Butternut squash...
- For which I am thankful.
- Thankful for:
- We're doing the Pamchenko.
- blah, blah, blah, my name is Sunday and I hump dogs
- Gosh darn it, it's still NaBloPoMo time.
- STOP. Google time.
- There's only two things I do really well, sweethea...
- Series of tubes.*
- all about my google reader, again
- When you are feeling low, I will be there to feel ...
- ... LADIES
- My very mild superpower is recognizing celebrity v...
- Phone it in, assholes: Part the Third
- Hey, Gunther. You're an ezel.
- Yup. Still an asshole.
- five more reasons why i'm an asshole
- Things that make me an asshole, Volume III
- BUTTLICKER, OUR PRICES HAVE NEVER BEEN LOWER!
- The Happy Tale of Gigantor the Giant and his BFF D...
- Phone it in: Whoopsie Daisies
- make a little birdhouse in your soul
- DC says: HONK HONK HONK.
- And we are just breakable, breakable
- I learned fried chicken at the school of hard knocks.
- Weekend Edition: Fall Back
- just in cases
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