Tell me a story. In this century, and moment, of mania, Tell me a story. Make it a story of great distances, and starlight. The name of the story will be Time, But you must not pronounce its name. Tell me a story of deep delight.
Are you implying that Obama's name is "Time?" Holy cow. That's not American!!!
Huh?
Huh? I don't know!
Obama can take me on his knee and tell me a story anytime. Is that inappropriate? Hi, Matt! Found your blog through Kari's. Hope you don't mind.
C, with your crazy pappy and his 18-wheeler, you becoming a woman at an NKOTB concert in the late '80s, and your no-longer-secret Obama fetish... I'm a little worried about you. :)
Hey, Carolyn. Bound to happen sooner or later, and of course I don't mind. I should update more often.
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Are you implying that Obama's name is "Time?" Holy cow. That's not American!!!
Huh?
Huh? I don't know!
Obama can take me on his knee and tell me a story anytime.
Is that inappropriate?
Hi, Matt! Found your blog through Kari's. Hope you don't mind.
C, with your crazy pappy and his 18-wheeler, you becoming a woman at an NKOTB concert in the late '80s, and your no-longer-secret Obama fetish... I'm a little worried about you. :)
Hey, Carolyn. Bound to happen sooner or later, and of course I don't mind. I should update more often.
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