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Jesus Christ, why doesn't the guy just charge me $20 to have my head crushed with a giant mallet?
September 20, 2008 at 09:04 PM in Temporary, Like Achilles | Permalink
I'm glad your back but we'd give you up if it meant you were happy.
September 26, 2008 at 02:36 PM
Aw, I'm okay. I just could do without that guy making something so beautiful to remind me that I'm not twenty five anymore.
But then, "I ain't got much sense but I still got my feet" makes up for it all.
Don't you think?
September 26, 2008 at 09:51 PM
There are a lot of good things that come with age. (Just don't ask me to list them.) It's all how you look at things. I've missed you!
September 29, 2008 at 05:43 PM
September 29, 2008 at 07:56 PM
Oh puh-lease Ricky. I bet you're just as handsome today as you were when you were 25. Maybe even more so.
Just do something about that restless leg syndrome and squeeze into that speedo, and you'll be right back in action.
September 29, 2008 at 10:32 PM
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