This was just too funny. I'm sorry if you don't get it. No, Really. I'm sorry for you on so many levels.
They're dancing.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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When the wind blows through the city, there are no trees to slow it down and so the newspapers do bluster into the sewer.
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As long as they aren't doing Karoke of "Dancing on the Ceiling."
Thanks for getting that song stuck in my head.
A friend of mine always talked about becoming a beekeeper. I was reading a website about polarized light and this picture was there... it's kinda a weak post... eh... can't win em all. (but you can lose them all even without trying)
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