Tuesday, July 11, 2006

When The Wind Finally Rushes Through My Hair Like A

I. Put some piles of frosting on the bass! Put a smiley licker on your waist! Ask the funkin’ vicar about taste!

II. And does it ever suck to break your arm as a computer programmer. Typing is sooo slow. It's not even close to being half speed. So think about that the next time you create a new program to help teachers, department chairs, curriculum directors, administrators, publishers, and school committee save time, you fuzzy jackworm!

III. On my grandfather’s 82nd (and last) birthday, we celebrated with soda, softening and fox hunting, but it wasn’t really "his thing."

Zoé “Avant qu’on ait 20 Ans” (info)

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