that's all well and good, but where's the champagne :)?
thanks- my brain is sizzled, but baby and mama are fine. They're going to stay one more night in the hospital, and I'm going to collapse on the couch with a beer to celebrate.
You might hate this, but it’s not for you. It’s for the girl and eternity, for someday she will be of the age when she will wonder what her father was like in his hey day. Was he cool? Was he hip? Was he ever with it? This gift seeks answer those lingering questions that never leave us as we make our way and hay through life as sons and daughters. Yes, I have taken liberties, I have reached out far and wide to the hoodlum masses, but as you will see, they have all come to praise, not to bury. Friends, admirers, waste cases, yeggs, and the finest out-of-state riot girls have converged in a glorious setting.
I give you the reins; you may do what you will with this community of disciples, of fellow travelers. It is a gift for eternity, but abiding the rules of parental consent, you may pull the plug any time you want. But first, before any harsh judgments, kick it around a bit. Get to know the pond wherein you swim, for there are some wonderful people present. Without further ado, I present, for the ages, for the generation to come…myspace.com/thebustedlives
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May your last child be a feminine child.
Patchouli peace and eternal happiness as you celebrate your baby!
If the Steerlers cover the spread, consider this a perfect weekend.
that's all well and good, but where's the champagne :)?
thanks- my brain is sizzled, but baby and mama are fine. They're going to stay one more night in the hospital, and I'm going to collapse on the couch with a beer to celebrate.
Cheers to the newcomer!
and thanks again for the kindness and generosity of spirit- you're a good man
the bubbly is a good bottle of Veuve Clicqot; unless nic downed it to induce, it's around....
You might hate this, but it’s not for you. It’s for the girl and eternity, for someday she will be of the age when she will wonder what her father was like in his hey day. Was he cool? Was he hip? Was he ever with it? This gift seeks answer those lingering questions that never leave us as we make our way and hay through life as sons and daughters. Yes, I have taken liberties, I have reached out far and wide to the hoodlum masses, but as you will see, they have all come to praise, not to bury. Friends, admirers, waste cases, yeggs, and the finest out-of-state riot girls have converged in a glorious setting.
I give you the reins; you may do what you will with this community of disciples, of fellow travelers. It is a gift for eternity, but abiding the rules of parental consent, you may pull the plug any time you want. But first, before any harsh judgments, kick it around a bit. Get to know the pond wherein you swim, for there are some wonderful people present. Without further ado, I present, for the ages, for the generation to come…myspace.com/thebustedlives
Username is m_dabrasha@hotmail.com
Password is tuna’s last name with the number 40 tagged on at the end
Take it for a ride!
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