His eyes shot up, he finally realized why everyone was starring at him, and it wasn't the brutal beating he was delivering in the crowded city street. It was the wiffle-ball bat he was using to no avail.
Posted at 12:21 AM
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
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3 Comments:
I love your blog. I enjoy it!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Are you serious? I didn't know anyone actually saw this. Are you a robot? How did you come upon it?
Well, either way, thanks.
Someone must have hit next on your blog and it took them to my blog. I saw your link in my counter stats and I visited.
I'm not a robot but I play one on TV. <--That is a total lie btw.
...and you're welcome.
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