I don't...ick ock. Two hours and fifteen minutes instead of one. Three hours instead of eight. New school instead of old. Meetings. Requests. Pleadings. Mindbenders. Tonguetwisters. This family man is ready to break apart like an old rubber doorstop left in the sun.
The best I can do: The impossibly-named C.Aarmé and the humorously-named Part Chimp both have a good shot at winning the Most Rockingest Attempt To Rock Prize, should the stadium be completed in time for competition this year. Both of these records are withstanding multiple plays. That's sort of an idea. I'll let msyelf off the hook and call that a post.
Posted by Sasha at July 21, 2004 03:13 PM | TrackBack