Happy birthday, Kev the Manc, if you’re still alive (and not a pile of dusty dust and bones).
What was it like beating up Jesus for his lunch money?
Cause he’s now 40. FOOOOOORTY.
That’s so old.
it’s the sound of muscles tightening up, sort of like cracks in an ice pond.
Why? Cause Gos and I just had a bid on a house accepted. It’s this one:
So… that happened.
Oh, and that lawn care link: http://www.richsoil.com/lawn-care.jsp Tim gave it to me. I suppose if I’m gonna have to take care of a lawn, I might as well do it correctly and organically.
Heidi, you are very old.
That chill you feel is the inexorable march of time bringing the Reaper ever closer… and not even a game of Twister will sway him.
So I saw Morrissey in Montclair, NJ last night and again it made me realize…
O.K. can anyone on the scrabbled make one last ditch attempt to convince me to give this band another shot?
So I had my eye doc appointment and he nearly died on my face.