T'was a day like none other. The boss was hitting on his daughter, Birdman cleaning poo off his desk, and Bear smoking it up in the bathroom on the stolen sofa. I decided that I must take a stand.
Twenty years ago, Mr. Nicholas Bruiser and I met. The meeting wasn't pleasant. I was knocked out in 30 seconds. Today...well... the computer froze and I couldn't finish the game. Oh well, I guess I'll just read somebody elses story. Could it be yours? Or even yours?
10 February, 2006
The "Bruiser"
Mastered by Bathroom Hippo:
8 comments:
Must comment so that I leave my mark, years after the commet hits...
I hate to break it to you, but I have the same prob with your Quicktime links as you used to have with mine. Can't see them at all.
One of those is a Southern Bell, but it wasn't mine (as I am a Southern Bell from the heart of Dixie). The other one isn't mine either, but she loves Kelly Clarkson as I do. So it looks like I have something in common with both of those other ones that are not mine! ;)
.... or yours!?
User of boldface, beware!
That's the Gist of what I'm saying.
My sound card bit the dust again so the media player is not working. uguuuuhhhhhh!
You are a sweetie!!!!
The shame of being late to a post that has my link... ;)
"Yours?"
Mine! :)
Love the sound clip, which I can hear just fine, by the way. It's just the fancy moving pictures that give me all the trouble.
And Bear smokes??!
I never knew... ;)
Thanks for the story time, Hippo, a.k.a. Mr. Sweet. How lucky you are to have not one, but TWO Southern Belles lurking about. ;)
Happy Monday to you!
Take care,
~ Ash
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