Last Dance, Last Chance For Looooooooooooove

Fret not, there will be no Saturday afternoon dancing here. Nobody wants that. I’m the girl who was confounded by a metronome during my piano-lesson years. But I bet there’s a whole lot of rhythm over here.
BE, shockingly, won’t load my rental stats. I think today’s the last day of the campaign, but I’m not sure. So my post title may or may not make sense. And I can’t berate you for not looking at my renter’s site, so I’ll assume that you haven’t. GO VISIT! It’s the polite thing to do. Don’t make me talk again about how much more polite Canadians are than Americans. One thing that always surprised me about Canada were the small differences. Like, diet Pepsi tastes different there. And they drink at 8 a.m. Nah, that’s just a joke. Although they may.

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∗ Posted by Monique on 09.23.2006
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Comments: 1

  1. Oh, they do. It’s all drinking and incest up there. It’s like Alabama with snow.

    Clicking now…

    Comment by Mr. Fabulous - September 23, 2006 4:16 pm

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