now i can sleep. and dream of showtunes, euros, and random cheering. on the other hand, those dreams sound kinda werid....maybe i dont want sarah's bedtime stories anymore, they might give me nightmares.
brit, brit, brit... i leave town for two months and your mouth has turned potty....unless you wrote that on a saturday ;) oh, capone, thanks for making my summer a little more interesting....:) i heart your stories.
The whole time I was reading the story about the Spanish Prince, I thought you were just talking about a Spanish speaking Prince....then I saw the Euro and I knew that it was a Spaniard...and then I about wet my pants. Ahhhhh...Spaniards. Lucky.
No shit? You're in Claremont NH? Too funny! Me too... I got here via a comment you left over at The White Trash Poet... He's an internet buddy of mine. Small f'in world... Claremont??? Who woulda thought?
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