Ask me to smell your hand after it's been in your ranky old hockey glove for two hours. And then gaze at me innocently, as though you haven't made this request a dozen times over the past five years.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
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I would just like to confess that I totally stole that format from Dooce.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
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