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Feh
It's hot, y'all. I don't know how hot, but I'm too chicken to find out. I just know that my internal combustion heater, aka Peabo, is cranking up the mercury along with the sun. I have never been pregnant in the summer before. I can't recommend it. This must be why God invented ice cream.
My birthday is August 22, and I was born in Toronto, which is essentially in the Midwest. Y'all know Midwestern summers. Nasty, brutish, and alas, not very short. I have never appreciated my mother so much as I do right now. And this is a DRY HEAT, y'all. A DRY HEAT.
Send freezer pops.
by at July 17, 2006 2:22 PM
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