et tu? brute?
so there i am, enjoying a relaxing evening with the pixie. run completed, a soft rain falling outside, relatively subdued bitch at my feet and academy award winner in the dvd player. then, right in the midst of my middle class bliss, my ass explodes.
she food poisoned me. photographic evidence to follow...
What a Beautiful Place to Call Home
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4 comments:
not sure I want to see that, bro...
Jamie's gonna hate you, Jeff.
If it's food poisoning, just be glad it was only coming out of ONE end and not both.
Also, be glad that your ass didn't explode WHILE running. Does anyone remember Uta Pipig's big race day?
bummer 'bout the squirts, by the way, while we are on the subject of diarhea, over on my little catch basen for my verbal runs i have the reference for that book i mentioned.
also, love the stuff on community
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