Friday, July 08, 2005


Every time I see a pizza sitting out, like by a conference room or at a party, I gotta eyeball it just a little longer than normal. And then in a deep sexy voice, I say, "Hey, Pizza. You lookin' goooood."



Comments:
What ever happened to the See-what-happens-Larry story. You can't keep your readers in suspense forever.

You are a funny gal and not bad on the eyes either from the pic i saw! If i wasn't already married i would be on you like a dirty pair of Fruit of the Looms! Wnted to tell you that i am in full agreement when it comes to the grape v strawberry scenario! grapes SUCK! (except for wine and maybe raisins!)

I still have more to say, but here's a good run-down. Sorry for the craptastic font in my archives section. Which brings me to the real suspense story: how am I going to change the template for this blog? Right now, it makes me want to punch things.

I don't wear dirty Fruit of the Looms. What the fuck?

Hey, just wanted to say that your post in the Eminem blog was classy (esp. in comparison to the Fark crew who was pretty much tearing it apart).

Just wanted to say that.

-J

Alright, we can have pizza, but then we're going to my cousin's camper. CAMPER!

And don't worry, there won't be any Fruit of the Looms (clean or dirty) inside. That's just nasty.

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