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Making pancakes, as I learned at AP's birthday bash at the beach this weekend, is an unbelievably tedious chore. I don't know why I...

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

It's a Boy!

The Toaster Oven has given birth again. Meet J-Bo.

Not to brag or anything, but J-Bo and I rolled around together on a bed piled with money in Vegas.

He caught Metro spooning with me the next morning.

I am probably stating the obvious here, but straight guys are so cute.

Prepare for conversational whiplash:
Isn't it dumb the way the Wicked Witch screamed, "I'm melting! Melting!" after Dorothy threw water on her? Talk about stating the obvious.

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