You know you want to click. You know you want to. Why don't you just go ahead and do it.
There's nudity, beans, cleavage, cake, hot Indian men, swimming pools, movie stars. I blew up 102 balloons until my lips were paralyzed. The last two took fifteen minutes. And chocolate, I almost forgot the chocolate.
zack [email] said at 6:51 PM 06-23-2004: that's awesome that you and your kid can share your love of scat. I remember how off-putting it was in high school, but now you can grow your own partner in poo!
cricket [email] said at 12:25 AM 06-24-2004: you and bobby are still friends? cool. is he still a landscape/traditonal beauty whiz (i mean that as a compliment)?
amy [email] said at 4:33 PM 06-24-2004: bobby is flannery's godfather. if something happens to me it is his job to make sure that flannery knows all about me from bobby's perspective (he knows the crazy artist me), makes sure flannery grows up in an artistic world, sees the world, goes to college, helps her pick the right college, etc.. All the things that are really important to me and not necessarily important to her dad.
Bobby branched out in his photography. He travels alot. He just got back from Cambodia and Thailand and now he is headed to Italy and Serbia. For the most part now he paints when he has time. He's a software engineer in tempe.
Texas Frank said at 1:55 AM 06-24-2004: Beeeeeeeeuuuuuuutiful eyes,obviously inteligent,and knows how to slam a choclate cake. Any one who mistakes this for poo has poo for brains. nuff said.
amy [email] said at 4:36 PM 06-24-2004: flannery update!!! she just said a new word. she now says mommy, daddy, baby, doggy, woof woof, and duck. maybe i can teach her how to say killoggs.
