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The House and I
It's not about the house.
Me, Whee!
- EGE
- I ramble. And I see time in three dimensions. You probably don't want to get in a philosophical discussion with me when I'm drunk.
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- What The Hell, Let's Make It Three*
- Show Me Your Junk
- Ladies And Gentlemen...
- Where We Stand On The Heat Project
- The Cobbler's Children
- Perchance To Dream...
- Sic
- Ten Reasons Why I Couldn't Care Less About The New...
- AAAUUUUGGHHHHH!!!!!
- Aha!
- Maybe I Should Clarify...
- Hey!
- Stig It
- I Changed My Mind
- Won't You Be Mine? Take 2
- A Reminder...
- Gotta Go!
- As Seen On TV!
- Days Go By
- Day 44: If You Can't Stand The Heat...
- If You Were Me...
- Somewhere Over The AssVac...
- Hey, Guess What?
- Q: How Many Birthday Girls Does It Take To Change ...
- I Pricked A Winner!
- The P Word
- Day 43: Window Mistreatment
- Cheap Stuff!
- Ouch
- Does This Look Like A Two-Year -Old To You?
- MORE Dead Old Lady Crap
- Speaking Of Boobs...
- I See A White Door And I Want To Paint It Green
- We Are Not Amused (okay, maybe we are)
- Day 42: With Apologies To The Unicorns
- Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine...
- Looks Like I'm the Idiot
- Bullet Points
- P.S. Cf. (& ABZ)
- Day 41: Dealing With A Staunch Character.
- Ooo, Ooo, Ooo!
- Sympathy For The Devil
- Talk About Your Forty Days...
- Ah, I See... Okay, I Take It Back.
- Johnny Is Very Strange
- Johnny Is Very Kind
- No Big Love On THIS Compound
- In-Progress Update
- Hey, Mr. "Joint Compound Won't Stick To Walls"
- Climbing The Walls
- Day 39: That's Enough Of That
- Eight-Letter Creaks
- I'm NOT Iron Man
- Day Off
- Prudence Picked A Pair Of Pliers
- I Was RIGHT!
- Comcrapstic
- Day 38: I Think We're A-Gonna Hafta Paint 'Er
- Dang Ity
- Day 37: Plugging Away
- My, My, You Do Go On...
- Yay, Clothesline! Part 2.
- Whops
- Schmimerick
- Yay, Clothesline!
- Day 36: Personality Screening
- Where's Prudence Going With That Ax?
- Call Me Hormel.
- Bertha Has A New Trick
- CF
- Day 35: Goody-nough
- Apparently, There Is At Least One
- No Good Deed...
- Day 34: Didn't I Tell You, Tina...?
- Ha Ha!
- The Rules (or, Puritan Manifes-two)
- WWMMD?
- Um...
- Glaswegian Wood
- Miles To Go Before We Sleep... (A Photo Essay)
- Oh, Also...
- Day 33 (late), Project 13: Not Recommended
- I Got Distracted!
- Silver Linings
- Day 32; Project 13: What I SHOULD have done...
- Day 32 Is Pushing It
- And The Poem Goes To...
- Day 31, Project 14:
- Out, Out Damn Spot!
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The House and I
Life in a falling-down bungalow told with
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5 comments:
What would Marilyn Manson do?
Smoke it?
Or what would Marilyn Munroe drink?
Miss Manners, Mother... Did you even click the link?
And it's Monroe, Norma Jean.
LOL NO I did not realize it was a link? I think mine is funnier.. Thought it was an unannounced contest. Also thought maybe it was "What would my mommy do?" But rejected that summarily. AND, I like my inventive spelling, it is endearing.. to me anyway.
heh thought of you when i read that. except i knew you didn't write it cuz i can't imagine you giving a rat's a$$ about what the neighbors think of you...
Well maybe ege doesn't, but Johnny does connect and do nice things for the old ladies. I am not certain ege does not give a RA
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