"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."
I'm not sure what drove me to it. Elves, maybe. The cocktail affair is not to be. I jumped the gun. I couldn't possibly host an affair because Alexis is throwing her own boum, and her house is more accomodating. Please disregard that last post.
posted by glasshole at 10:04 PM
I am not a Pisces, I don't care what Blogger says.
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