Saturday, September 10, 2005
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So...you wake up one morning and realize that you are where you are. And you decide that this beats the hell out of working for a bipolar boss who was always trying to figure out exactly how to buy her meds over the internet.
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Does it taste bad? I usually crunch on some that flies in my mouth at some point when I'm at the beach. And I kinda like it . . . Maybe I'm not right . . . :)
mmmmmmm...sand...
you guys are hilarious
Ummm... sand... my favorite! ;)
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