The past several nights I have woken in the middle of the night to find my t-shirt uncomfortably bunched up under my armpits, as if my unconscious was secretly starring in "Beached Whales Gone Wild!"
I Don't Think That There'd Be Much Profit
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Our first blog of the morning isn’t gonna get us laid, i can tell you that. Between my leg burns and your bunched up armpits, we’re one sexy pair.
you could always sleep with the t-shirt off. that would alleviate this problem of yours.
My Eyes! They burn! Aaaaargh….
WD-40. Fixes everything.
Are you sick today? Where you at? My IM actvity has gone down 85%…
Cool pict of the passing subway.
Sometimes we just think things and don’t write them for all the world to see.
hahaha dont sweat it (no pun intended) you’re just a little hot in la noche