Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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You can't learn joie de vivre. Nor can you bribe Luck in the back of an alley with a fistful of twenties.
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- Jamie
- Atlanta, Georgia, United States
- I'm putting down my pen and picking up my sword.
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4 comments:
I want to be your anti-Valentine. I come bearing anti-chocolates.
Me too, Jamie. Only cat wee, not dog wee. I love my pee-pee kitty.
Dan- Anti-chocolates. Those are the ones without calories, right? :)
Robin- It was originally a cat, that was the fun of ms paint :)
A dog-cat. A cat-dog. A cat-a-wog.
I don't know, that's what I felt like typing. I have cramps and can't think straight. Stop hitting me.
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