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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Hang in there, Baby
The online man of my dreams is going through...something. As I am unable to lend a helping hand, shoulder to cry on, bosom to weep into ;), to him, I say this:
Thanks for all of your kind words and spirited support, they are truly appreciated - but I think you know that. I’m a pretty lucky cannibal at the end of the day and I’m glad to have you on my plate.
Ha Ha, I remember that, Pig! The night of the Tom Waits incident I presume. Please don't burst into the shower and smack my lily white ass while I have my hands full of someone else like SOME people. Thanks and I hope that you don't beat me tomorrow after I tell you what kind of poop I've stirred up inside the bowl ;)
8 Comments:
Pray do tell who this online person is?
Aww, how sweet!
Thanks for all of your kind words and spirited support, they are truly appreciated - but I think you know that. I’m a pretty lucky cannibal at the end of the day and I’m glad to have you on my plate.
hang in there, and I hope your cold is all gone soon.
Ooh
Have you drawn this?
The picture in your last post from Blarney Castle is beautiful! I love such old ruins.
Paris is amazing and so is Ireland. Never kissed the stone, though.
Thanks for the insight.
Ben O.
Once again the Cannibal gets the girl even though I called dibs...
sigh.
Could you possibly introduce me to your slightly overweight friend, while you and the Cannibal have some alone time.
It would be a lot like high school.
Cannibal getting laid... me sitting uncomforatably on his couch, robbing liquor out of the firdge.
Ha Ha, I remember that, Pig! The night of the Tom Waits incident I presume. Please don't burst into the shower and smack my lily white ass while I have my hands full of someone else like SOME people. Thanks and I hope that you don't beat me tomorrow after I tell you what kind of poop I've stirred up inside the bowl ;)
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