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Okay, just a few quick things before I pass out. First, my new profile picture:

I couldn't make this face again if I tried. I was playing around with our new camera and thought I'd set the timer. In case you hadn't figured--I thought wrong. So unflattering, yet so awesome.

I'd also like to call attention to my sidebar. You'll notice the NaNoWriMo word count. If you're astute, you'll also figure out that I'll never make it at this rate, but let's just keep that between you and me for now.

Lastly, as a result of the contest my presence here might be unpredictable. I'll be around, but not in any reliable way. As an example, I'll be dropping the ball on the Wednesday movie thing tomorrow. It'll get there, but not tomorrow.

Oh, and I guess there's one more thing: this contest licks big sweaty balls.
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Anonymous said…
Dude, that picture..
SO GOOD.
The only thing that would make it better are gigantic mutton chops.
:)

You are right about the contest. It's not even a contest, so it definitely sucks sweaty bulls nuts.

Shit.
We are so dead.
12:28 am
Beth said…
Dave & Jorge -- you can do it! Seriously, dude... I'm relying on you to fill out my thesis!
3:29 am
Rebecca said…
Hey - what are you two doing wasting your words over here? You should be saving them for your stories - unless you're including the word count from here in your total!
7:45 am
Anonymous said…
Ohhhh, I LOVE big sweaty balls.

;-)
10:27 am
Anonymous said…
Baby...just imagine the hits you'll get off google for that last phrase.
11:43 am
Anonymous said…
Sweaty Balls
Gigantic cocks
Vagina Chocolate Monkey Fever
Paris Hilton

NOW imagine the hits.
12:45 pm
kris said…
I . . . I don't know . . . what to say . . .


























crickets.
2:55 pm
Anonymous said…
The question is, Kris (and Katie):

Did you come here via your bookmarks? Or were you doing a nasty search on Yahoo?
;)
8:05 pm
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