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Monday, May 7, 2007

1984 raining down on me.

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
Try keeping my weenie out...bee-atch!
(that's what she said...wait, that would be what he said, right?)
That's all.


Posted by Lynnett at 5:17 PM

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