|Date:||Wed, 4 Oct 2006 03:28:44 +0200|
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It really freaked me out because I thought we were going to tip over, so I pushed him away with my oar, but he continued to ram into us. Now with out further explanation, I must stop my eyeballs from bleeding by getting away from the computer as fast as possible. , disminuyen los papeles que se les ofrecen. but being back to work seems quite surreal. She convinced me to join the Polar Bear Club which only involved getting up before the other campers and jumping into the freezing lake.
you know that one episode where Homer is trying to supress his rage and it ends up causing wacky lumps on his neck? Yes, that's right: I'm on that slippery slope now.
Then we had to report to the flag pole because free time was over and it was time for some structured activity.
I would not like to be planning the next masive EVE Onine scam, or the one after it, or the one after that.
Yes, that's right: I'm on that slippery slope now.
even peanut butter and jelly.
There was a time, however, when when dial-up BBSes over analog phone lines were the rule, not the exception.
Hurray for the internet!
Then I took some tissue stuff and tried to make some sort of rigged stamp pad. I am going to try to embrace the whole idea of whoring the fact it's my birthday and see where it gets me.
That stopped him from ramming us anymore. Eventually I felt like I was going to collapse, and one of the counsellors had to take me to the infirmary. Then I took some tissue stuff and tried to make some sort of rigged stamp pad.
Y nadie quiere estar gordo ?
Yes, that's right: I'm on that slippery slope now. right behind my jaw sort of. I have two more camp stories I plan on telling before the week closes, and a long needed contest update, but as per usual I've been distracted by other tasks.
Yes, that's right: I'm on that slippery slope now. I got a nifty little stamp set. ketchup, mustard, mayo.
, disminuyen los papeles que se les ofrecen.
It is my obligation as a female on the Interweb, so I'm going to ride this getting older deal like a pony. She convinced me to join the Polar Bear Club which only involved getting up before the other campers and jumping into the freezing lake. The counsellor tried to tell me that the camp's dog, a golden retriever who I later noticed would hump any seated camper in site, had recently peed where my head was. ketchup, mustard, mayo.
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