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January
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- Shaking it for Baby Jesus
- Another iPhone Enthusiast
- Super-who?
- In Utah This Week, Issue #89
- January Shopping
- Letter to Missionary Brother #10
- I'm hated. Or had.
- In which I steal Arlo's word
- The Healing Power of Vodka
- "In Utah This Week" Issue #88
- Rock of Sarah
- Venting Session Update
- Venting Session
- Turning into my Mother Part 942
- Sundance Strangers
- Let the Dancing Begin
- Precious Cargo
- Religious Drinking
- Now with more Jitters
- A Sweet 78
- Taking Pigskin to a New Level of Weird
- Bacon & Blankets
- Taking Note, Part Three
- Presidential Pop Stars
- In Utah This Week, Issue #86
- Yet Another Break-Up
- Ten Songs for Dry Humping
- Inspiring the Children
- Alcoholism Is The New Black
- In Utah This Week, Issue #84
- Sniffing is soooo 2007!
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2 comments:
Dumb boys, I'll be your wingman anytime! When I'm introduced and we tell people we met through sex, it seems to really break the ice.
I tried to get chocolate cake, but I ran out of time as I made ensuring we had plenty of vodka a priority. Seriously, why doesn't the liquor store sell chocolate?
(BTW, mom shipped me 1.5 L of Grey Goose swaddled - just like baby Jesus! - in horrible sweaters she thought I might like for my birthday. I guess 1 out of 5 isn't too bad.)
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