I like sweetrolls, warm, not hot, with a cup of coffee on a cold winter’s morning….found out that Beth (at right) did go out and play in one of the hurrincanes….I think that when she reappears in January that we all collective smack her in the head and hope that set’s her straight. Tomorrow I have my Duck’s Unlimited banquet….hope I win a gun. If someone else talks to me about the CFTR, everyone pays. I like my beer cold, my scotch on the rocks, my steak medium well, and my breasts, welll……um…yea….there’s this girl in choir, that plays the oboe…..well, she looks 13. I figure she’s 18, being in college and all, but seriously…I look in the congregation, and the freshmen are so obvious to me it’s painful….have I gotten so old that the next generation is begun? My shoes are really getting funky…may have to go to the mall and buy some new kicks….thinking samba’s and adidas…If you have free time tomorrow, go donate blood….the artifical stuff is still a few years ahead (can’t get that whole heme action down). GO TIGERS!!!!

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