there once was a girl named hill
and she had a friend called jill
she liked her i know (for what reason...weeeellllll...that is still to be determined)
cause she had a big toe
then she killed her for it.
she looked all around for a site
to dump that little mite
but alas and alack all she found was a shack
to conceal her transgresions of murder.
ok...so maybe poetry wasn't my calling...but i have fun AND THAT IS ALL THAT STINKING MATTERS!!!
so i am headed up to the wilds to see my man...:) i can't wait to see him!!! i haven't been able to talk with him for three weeks...so no shaving for me. (don't ask)
anyway, here i am at the furbi home and will be sleeping here. i am kinda scared cause drugs were just mentioned..."there's a hole in my bucket dear liza, dear liza..."
he he he
Posted by hill at June 10, 2006 10:31 PMok you are just plain strange sometimes ya know
Posted by: gwen at June 11, 2006 05:06 PMI saw him!!!
(I was there this past friday night/saturday morning)
Posted by: timf at June 11, 2006 08:28 PMi understand this post. i truly do. you and jill MUST come over this week. tuesday? i leave on wednesday for boston. gram isn't doing well and my 'rents are still out of the continental u.s. blah blah blah . . . call me.
Posted by: pan the hula dancer at June 11, 2006 09:45 PMI'm so glad that I've educated you on proper temptation protection.
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