Another Fried Day Night

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Another Fried Day Night

October 9, 2009, 7:46PM

And Dickday and I are talking baseball and Nobel Peace Prizes, and love and war, and stuff.

Join us with your TPM user name and celebrate a good Friday!

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oh you are wonderful

Posted by dickday
October 9, 2009 7:49 PM | Reply | Permalink

Nobel Peas Prize? Whazzat?

Posted by wendy davis
October 9, 2009 8:59 PM | Reply | Permalink

mmmmm...peas. I like butter, too...not the fake shit...real fat filled butter..and peas. What prize.

It is Saturday...but I want to throw in with y'all.

Posted by Norseman86
October 10, 2009 8:20 AM | Reply | Permalink

AND...nice profile pic lis. Most people probably think that pic is just cute...but I see some Bart Simpson behind those eyes! (you can't fool me)

Posted by Norseman86
October 10, 2009 8:22 AM | Reply | Permalink

Heh heh....don't have a goat, man...

Posted by LisB in reply to a comment from Norseman86
October 11, 2009 11:04 AM | Reply | Permalink

LisB

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Favorite Books "Good Omens" by Pratchett & Gaiman, "The Gold Coast" by Nelson DeMille, "Handling Sin" by Michael Malone, "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov, and just about anything by Christopher Moore
Favorite Quotes "Yeah, well, everything below the neck works fine." - Max Carrigan / "Mean people suck." - My sister's bumper sticker / "Well there is being human, and there is being humane." - Dickday / "The future ain't what it used to be." - Yogi Berra

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There she is, my little one, So quick to be hurt, so quick to grin, Timid, afraid, holding out her hand, Yet many a heart she will always win. Playing, reading, talking to her dolls, Then time for cuddling, time for a kiss. She whispers, “I love you” in my ear, There she goes, my sweet little miss. Blond hair tied up in pert little bows, Skin so soft and smooth like a dove. One minute a tear, next a smile, That’s my child, my littlest love. - Mum

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