Frisbee time at Buchanan field near Boyd Street. This guy shoulda laid out for it. He didn't. Lame.
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Sorry for the interrupt in quality blog action, my friends and cohorts. Ol' Lap T. Op was down for the count last week, and having a real job kinda takes away from web log time these days. I KNOW. Lame, eh? I'm pretty sure Adam's employers gave him time off in the garden for his blogging needs pre-Fall. Part of the Edenic Covenant's fine print no doubt.
In a perfect world. In a perfect world...
Posts
filler post
Fillings.
Shillings.
Killings.
Billings.
Let your fillings be fat...lotsa cream and butter...otherwise it's a filling o nothing. See also: nihilistic filling, crap food, cake regret, and Adam sucking on a coconut.
Every once in awhile I wonder, "Man, what would Lala do?" and then I scoff at the insanity of such a random thought, push the greasy, long hairs out of my eyes, and get back on the ole skateboard of life.