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... to the Little Womedievalist. On this day seven years ago, in the middle of an afternoon thunderstorm, she hogtied some poor soul for life.
I hear word he doesn't much mind. Even seems to enjoy it.
Posted by Scott Eric Kaufman at 08:36 PM | Permalink
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Kevin Andre Elliott |
Monday, 17 July 2006 at 11:36 PM
Congratulation! Watch out it will be thirty five years before you know it.
Tuesday, 18 July 2006 at 06:38 AM
Tuesday, 18 July 2006 at 11:37 AM
Yes, congratulations. No mean feat, that.
Tuesday, 18 July 2006 at 11:21 PM
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