Today, he sent me an email and, in it, he said:
I am in Santiago. I can see the Andes from my brother's apt. Where are they?
At the end of his Armies of course!? Duh!
Oh, good times.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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This is probably the closest we'll ever get to going halvsies on a puppy.
This is probably the closest we'll ever get to going halvsies on a puppy.
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I don't get it?
ReplyDeleteI was confused at first, too, but you have to say it like you have a Cockney accent and you don't pronounce the H at the beginning of world. Y'know... Eliza Dolittle steez. Please don't say you haven't seen My Fair Lady!
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