Sometimes taking the slowest train possible is just right when it's on the way to Bedridden. So the mawnback to "Hibernate much?" still is fuk-in-ay.

Baking the cake of involvement - You first emphasize that it's not like regular baking where measurement is the must. How much to dictate and most importantly, how much to deny is the finesse point. The 25 and TTL7s fit in the picture and time-shifted JBFs include not wasting any time remaining as the password. Truth comes down to you can still stare at the locotitos and still get the job done.

From 8 years ago:

Bring laundry, Neccos and galvanized stovepipe. No, it's not a scavenger hunt thing - more like lip service for things we require and possess. Looking at the 50s and 60s seems spartan enough but those refugees from across the pond had more things to accomplish than just getting your arm unstuck (Ew-w). Everybody in the dream last night was named Walter - maybe introversion gone subliminal? Got to get this DVD burning pristine. Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "If an emergency, notify:" I put "DOCTOR". What's my sweetie going to do? Dolce Far Niente