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Friday, September 18, 2009
flamingo
I want this sculpture in my yard. Seriously.
Heard while walking across the crosswalk:
car at stoplight: "Skip, what happened?!"
Skip: I punched a wall.
hooray testosterone?
happy fridayyyyyy
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