Wednesday, September 20, 2006

It's Solid Mold! A Comedy of Terrors!

Picking scabs to be captain of my football team. I slowly decided who the winner should be.

Process of elimination was out. I didn't know anyone's name. And nobody looked like any celebrities I've seen. And I'm bad with names. They were all lost in a fire.


A later date ocurred and I aged sufficiently. Then I lost my place.

I was just there to do to Superbowl Shuffle. I was out of cereal. Caveat emptor. Empty boxes. Caveman goes hungry. Stupid, stupid caveman.

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