come, they implore us
Tuesday, September 1st, 2009Come. they implore us. Put aside your dirty dishes, your iPhones, your ideas. Come. Come on already.
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blah blah blah- TheWingDangDoo: Good cycling buddy, defined: we stop at her house halfway through our ride so we can sample her homemade chocolate cream cheese frosting.
- TheWingDangDoo: There is deep irony in taking a pain med that prompts the deepest pain of the day, every day.
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