SWEET!!!!

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I just got to watch my favorite Tom and Jerry ever.

It's the one where they run around mixing a bunch of chemicals that make them super strong. But then it wears off and the other one makes/drinks it. And then back and forth, etc., etc.

I LOVE that one.

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La Victoire said…
Hey, I found your link on my page from ages ago, and decided I wanted to read someone else's thoughts to distract me from my own.
The fact that you didn't just go get something to eat made me laugh. Then I read your poems, and I quite enjoyed them.
Thanks for the distraction.
November 14, 2005 10:29 PM
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