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Apr 06, 2006 23:45

#1:
We return to the story of the woman caught in the blizzard, her thighs tied together so she could not -

1) give birth;
2) kick;
3) swim;
4) make love.

Her father, the tobacconist, smelt of cigarettes and Irish Beer and cheap, lemon-scented fabric softener.

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5748 April 6 2006, 14:08:50 UTC
ew. people who dont like folk? yuck.

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_signsoflife April 6 2006, 14:11:21 UTC
Haha. That would be the Jordan.

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5748 April 6 2006, 14:14:00 UTC
good thing i was already going to punch her in the face (re: for some reason not being able to buy a ONE WAY ticket to brisbane every time she comes here -twotimes-).

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_signsoflife April 6 2006, 14:14:59 UTC
Hahah! Don't punch her, or I'll have to punch you, and I don't like/am not very good at punching.

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akaesha April 6 2006, 14:42:55 UTC
Can i come? I love folk...

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_signsoflife April 6 2006, 22:42:29 UTC
Of course! This is really, really, really, really good music. I promise.

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akaesha April 9 2006, 09:01:00 UTC
Ok sounds good.. .well sign me up... uhm I don't really know any folk fans that would want to come.. .who you going with?

glow_Starr@hotmail.com

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_signsoflife April 6 2006, 22:42:01 UTC
I don't know, I keep writing bitsy stuff that has nothing to link back to.

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