Sarah: Baby, here’s your gitch.
Dave: Wicked. I love underwear! It keeps my junk from touching my nice pants.
Dave: Wicked. I love underwear! It keeps my junk from touching my nice pants.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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I'll have to write down the next funny thing Katie and I say, it probably won't take long - knowing her
Can't wait to see you (T minus 8 hours)!!
Shakespeare?
Twain?
All hacks in this new light.
=)
Nice.
p.s. My word verification is "oh dic"
He doesn't have nice pants.
PS: Have a good trip.