bruchettes

Bruchettes: armor piercing warbreads.

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3, absolutely at least 3, count em, THREE, different rememberies. All 3 different states. the dark red one, the dark blue one, and crap it got lost in mid sentence.

poop poo.

how about a shirt that has a picture of a spacewalking astronaut, with a starry background, and a large, shiny, wavy piece of floss with the title "Flossed in Space!" all done in the style of like, a 60's scifi flick.

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two different songs got played in the garage today. they both were rockin'. there is a 3rd one waiting for lyrics as well.

"I think I am on to something." said the Me.

a string was broken, and the guitarist came inside to become the blogger. not much was ventured, but some peace was gained.

and now it is time for the blogger to become Ninja X-Thousand in Food Annihilator Mode to reduce some breakfast to naught but recent memories of death and destruction!! MWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!