I didn't tell you, but a few weekends ago, a very handsome man bought me flowers at the Farmers' Market. This weekend, I bought myself some and pretended they were from you.
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It was George Clooney, wasn't it? That man is everywhere!
no, but i saw him once at my local newstand, right after discussing him as character basis with my old writing partner. we took the coincidence as a good sign.
i did see jake gyllenhaal there the other day, however.
I stole Jake Gyllenhall's eggs from him the other weekend at the Farmer's Market. But what do you want? His back was turned, he was dithering, and there was only one half dozen of the good kind left. Whoops. Sorry! But let me know when you want an omelet, big boy, and I'll be right over...
I think I've said too much already. A girl can't lay down all her cards at once. Good thing my deck goes higher than 52. I wish I were a guy so I could pee anywhere I wanted while standing up. That's real power. I'd like to meet the following: My great-great grandparents, the N. Oklahoma ones, not the Swiss gentry. My woebegone friendship with Adam G. The man who's going to be with me till we're retired to the porch swing sucking on glycerine tablets, and who still reads to me at night, while I rub his feet. My ambitions with commitment and discipline. The characters from old David Lee Roth videos. Hot carb on carb action. That fucker who keeps trying to take the bbq, in a dark alley, satan's minions, lilliputians, nigglers, pifflers, piddlers, snake-oil peddlers, cripples, do-gooders, truth-seekers, sweethearts, wandering minstrels, interlopers, robber barons, saints, sinners, people who snort and guffaw, holler and whoop, tender tender people with good hearts, and all my fat little babies. I like BUTTER! And Vitamin Z!
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It was George Clooney, wasn't it? That man is everywhere!
no, but i saw him once at my local newstand, right after discussing him as character basis with my old writing partner. we took the coincidence as a good sign.
i did see jake gyllenhaal there the other day, however.
You're welcome!
I stole Jake Gyllenhall's eggs from him the other weekend at the Farmer's Market. But what do you want? His back was turned, he was dithering, and there was only one half dozen of the good kind left. Whoops. Sorry! But let me know when you want an omelet, big boy, and I'll be right over...
But... Gay?
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