Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
It's a gas, gas, gas!
Search This Blog
About Me
I might.
"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
"Oh, That Wifey!"
LINKS
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(252)
-
▼
October
(25)
- The baby Jesus and his first Halloween
- Why don't the British just speak English?
- Lamont.
- The Yankees Suck
- Reprinting of last years blog
- Anything going on tonight?
- A Romantic Interlude
- Pennant Fever Grips Hub !
- Joey Bishop: R.I.P.
- Shut up Ellen!
- Possibly the greatest line ever.
- I Love Mountains
- Update on My Lucky Hat
- My Lucky Hat
- The Jesus Fish
- Don't forget...
- I loved you McDonalds. Maybe I still do.
- A simple note.
- New pants.
- Manny being Manny (or something)
- Nothing left to make fun of.
- Ice is food.
- Gone To Fenway Park.
- Living on $2.00 a day
- Hot corn bread.
-
▼
October
(25)
My dog.
10 comments:
I'm marrying Manny, did you get the invitation? It'll be a beautiful ceremony.
Manny=Love.
It's true. Saw it on The Internet.
Cake,
I'm sure it will be lovely.
It'll be charming.
Goodness! It'll be downright splendid even!
And all the wedding attendants will wear baseball caps...jauntily.
Bet I catch the bouquet.
Bet I steal it.
Bet I walk...down the aisle not that long afterwards.
Bet I don't even get to second base.
Bet I DO get to second base. *leer*
Post a Comment