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I'm a forest dweller who finds time for professional sports and community theater.
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About Me
I'm a forest dweller who finds time for professional sports and community theater.
One for me, one for my homies
- Alicublog
- Blue Girl in a Blue State
- Chrome Beach
- Circle Jerk at the Square Dance
- dilettante
- doop HQ
- Empire of the Senseless
- Esprit de l'escalier
- Freelance Genius
- General Disarray
- ifthethunderdontgetya
- James Wolcott
- Mandos
- Marthematics
- Really Small Fish
- Riddled
- Sadly, No!
- Saying yes. . .
- The Comics Curmudgeon
- The Decline and Fall of Rationalism
- The House of Substance
- The Poor Man
- The Republic of Dogs
- Three Bulls!
- Von for Now
Blog Archive
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2009
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May
(13)
- Putting Food On My Family
- Doubling Up
- The Sausage Has Landed
- The Animals Are Scaring Me: An Illustrated Menager...
- Songs I Never Hated - Part 8
- Almost Skipped Some Brains
- Batty
- Not Again
- My Life In Movies
- Funny Guy
- The Animals Are Scaring Me: An Illustrated Menager...
- The Animals Are Scaring Me: An Illustrated Menager...
- Is It Just Me?
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May
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Contact the proprietor
befouled@comcast.net
8 comments:
Those are so awesome.
I wish to point out that yesterday's shenanigans were instigated by Sir Jen.
Not me.
Wow, a zombie and a gentleman...
well, I reek of death you know....
Snag unloaded the anti-zombie hate speech, not the anti-artist...
I'm still drunk. Thank God.
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
It's Freitag.
I'm catching up with you as fast as I can, Snag.
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You seem to have not just zombies on your lawn but Jennifers on your lawn too. This is a very difficult combination.
I'm not sure online reference texts can help at this point. You are, perhaps, doomed.
Though I suppose your preemptive embrace of strong drink implies you already have intimations of this.
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