I remembered to say "rabbit, rabbit, rabbit" when I woke up this morning. I bet you didn't, did you?
So I got nothing to worry about for the rest of the month. Can you rest as easy?
Time to call mom and tell her I remembered! (If I could only get her to read my blog I wouldn't ever have to call anybody. A boy can dream, can't he?).
Why You're Here:
You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."
You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.
You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.
You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.
You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.
You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.
You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Good for me, bad for you
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