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lemming fodder: March 2005
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Wednesday, March 30, 2005. TV Is My Crack. I am the TV. You are my friend. Posted by JR @ 4:45 PM. Thursday, March 24, 2005. Is That A Wocket In Your Pocket Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? I think that they make antibiotics for this. The other night at the bar (why is it that so many of the good stories start off this way? What does one say to that? Really, I want to know. Suggestions are welcome. I opted to go with, "Actually, its a sock.". Screen goes blurry.here it comes.FLASHBACK! Coffee Experiment ...
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lemming fodder: August 2005
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Look over there, nothing to see here. If the posts dry up, check back later. They will pick up again. Posted by JR @ 7:05 PM. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. I will be adding to this post over the next day or two as more pics come in. This may be why I love this bar. Also, note the brass monkey in my hand. Got a lot of birthday kisses. Too many birthday kisses. This is early in the night. Note the tequila pigs on the bar.they will be the subject of a later post. Deaf, Dumb and Mute.
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lemming fodder: February 2005
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Monday, February 28, 2005. This is either a mugwump OR me after drinking a "seven sees". Posted by JR @ 2:28 PM. The bartenders and the managers of Bradley's Saloon in WPB are evil. This is not exaggeration, I think the manager, David, might actually be Lucifer. The other night I showed up to have two beers with a friend and I explicitly told the bartender, "I am just having two beers; I have to wake up tomorrow." I was just there to be social. Posted by JR @ 2:23 PM. Posted by JR @ 6:41 AM. Turning Japa...
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lemming fodder: October 2005
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Friday, October 21, 2005. Turning Japanese Remix.thats not me. Posted by JR @ 9:58 PM. Monday, October 17, 2005. Looks like I am heading back to CT on Tuednesday. Im not sure if it will be the first or the second part of Tuednesday yet but it will definitely be on Tuednesday. The funny thing is, I am an auditory idiot. You wouldn't think that I would be such a parrot. If anything, I should be resistant to such things. Well, enough introspection. Its time to fucking go. Posted by JR @ 10:35 AM. So, in lie...
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Farmwife 101: The 60th birthday party needed lots of "stuff" packed in Holly's 31 containers. Of course our granddog, Gracie was part of the weekend as well.
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Http:/ www.mistupid.com. Http:/ www.freerice.com. Http:/ www.howmanyofme.com. Saturday, February 4, 2012. The 60th birthday party needed lots of "stuff" packed in Holly's 31 containers. Of course our granddog, Gracie was part of the weekend as well. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Calfies last day at the farm before joining the herd in the pasture was a sad day. Debi binds her quilt while Quincy enjoys a warm spot in front of the wood stove. Flowers are the most fun to sell at the market. Yes, I was ...
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My Life in Music: Superman plays doctor
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My Life in Music. Everybody walks to the beat of their own drum. Mine is a very different drum. That beat is what I hear in my head. My memories. My life. My hopes and dreams. This is the soundtrack to my life. Preschool days, my favorite pajamas was this Superman outfit - complete with cape (the toy doctors set was not a part of the outfit, but somehow I managed to combine medicine and the world of superheroes. Ah, the lessons we learn as we grow up. One song has become an anthem for me, a song titled.
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My Life in Music: 2009.03
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My Life in Music. Everybody walks to the beat of their own drum. Mine is a very different drum. That beat is what I hear in my head. My memories. My life. My hopes and dreams. This is the soundtrack to my life. Laughter is eternity if joy is real. My dad loved this photo. He used to pull it out anytime he wanted to show people pictures of his once epic afro. Get on Your Boots. A little more often - "you don't know how beautiful you are.". I, like most boys have always striven to make my father proud....
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Shrub I morphs into Shrub II | idiocracy
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The years passed and mankind became stupider at a frightening rate. Shrub I morphs into Shrub II. Laquo; Ob-Urkel-ing the DOW. Pete Stark: The larger the national debt, the wealthier we are! Date : March 26, 2009. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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My Life in Music: When the world was younger
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My Life in Music. Everybody walks to the beat of their own drum. Mine is a very different drum. That beat is what I hear in my head. My memories. My life. My hopes and dreams. This is the soundtrack to my life. When the world was younger. This is my parent's life; in 1981 they were young parents with a growing active family. I don't remember if my dad was still in ministry, but I know at one point he was. I don't remember if this was written while my mom was the church. What did they plan for their lives?
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My Life in Music: Every waking hour I'm chosing my confession
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My Life in Music. Everybody walks to the beat of their own drum. Mine is a very different drum. That beat is what I hear in my head. My memories. My life. My hopes and dreams. This is the soundtrack to my life. Every waking hour I'm chosing my confession. For me, R.E.M. Every time I hear that song, I can't help but smile. I can't help but blissfully sing along. "That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion." But, where Michael Stipe. Three of the best friends I've ever had....