I tell you, I'm worn to a frazzle! A murder trial and twenty-seven guilty pleas in two weeks'll do that to you, I guess. Plus all the planning and various and sundry activities outside of work are a ton to handle. I'll try to get back back in the groove.Friday, September 24, 2010
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I hear you man! You need to get you one of those professor gigs. Those guys never work!
I would, Ange, but I don't own any tweed jackets.
...and apparently you're going to start with oral hygiene. Well, it makes the kiss more delightful anyway.
As you are just a WISP of your former self, I'm guessing my two herringbone jackets will just about fit you (actually, they won't), you'll have to get your own patches for the elbows. Or better yet, you could wait for Donald Southerland to pass (should be any day) and get the ones he used in Animal House for cheap.
Shoot, Star, I've been brushing for, like, days now...
Funny stuff, A-Man.
you need a cold one too. hang in there!
Thanks, Anon.
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