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I hurts inside.

*points to heart*

Inside.

Your heart grew three sizes bigger and now it's pushing against your rib cage.

Hence the pain inside.

I don't know where else to post this, and since I started this thread, I can do whatever the hell I want with it, but I just set up my new turntable setup, stuck on my EMI reissue Dark Side for the first time in forever, and it's still brilliant.

Long time no see Shane, hope all is well.

All is peachy, Byron.

Why aren't things ever apple-y?
I much prefer apples to peaches.



(And in an attempt to make a contribution to the non-topic: Wearing old clothes to glaze pottery is essential. That glaze splashes will wash out of your clothing is a lie. I'm still ticked off about that.)

my image of you doing you're pottery thing is that of Demi Moore in Ghost...

BTW: just checked you're myspace page..

for some reason i thought you lived in Kalifornia

Im sitting here in a bathrobe, wondering why does the band Dungen, the official site make it difficult to order their merchandise? I want a shirt.......NOW. But I gotta send an e-mail of enquiry first, blah.

anyone have any predictions on the Kentucky Derby this saturday,05MAY07...after some research i've whittled race down to 10 out of 20 that have a good chance to win ...

Stick 20 bucks on Lion Heart

Hehe... not in the slightest. It's not a private studio, thus, no fun stuff. Although my friends have teased me to no end about sneaking people in there.


My entire family is from CA, except me... PA born and raised. Maybe I just give off that SoCal vibe?

I once went out for pancakes with a man named Tony Alexander. Apparently he was my cousin. So why hadn't I heard of him by now? It was a cold afternoon in '72. The new Mom n' Pop diner just down the street was having a grand opening with free pancakes until 11 A.M. This was the perfect place to meet my long lost cousin. As I walked in the door of the diner I heard some loud noises. Bottles being knocked over, napkin holders falling off of tables, plates of pancakes breaking on the floor. Yeah. There was shit going down. I reached down and pulled off my wooden leg and advanced around the corner to much dismay. A robber! Yikes stripes! I whacked him with my wooden leg and swiftly grabbed away his bag of spoil. After turning it in to the police, I was rewarded $10,000 for outstanding citizensmenship. "I can't accept this award. I hereby donate it to be continued...."

I always wanted a wooden leg. Not to wear, mind, just to have.



And a plastic one. Because I'd fill it with water and freeze it.

did anyone see Country Music Awards on CBS,Tuesday nite in USA? Carrie Underwood came out of the closet with her boyfriend of 6 months>>> non other than one aptly named stud TONY ROMO...