So, turns out I had screwed up my comments. Hee hee! Andrew fixed it, though. Yay Andrew!
Adventures of a Recovering Fat Guy
So, turns out I had screwed up my comments. Hee hee! Andrew fixed it, though. Yay Andrew!
Hi. I'm Jim. I'm a writer. These are my opinions.
My lawyer said that a disclaimer would be good, but he didn't include any jokes to go with it. Damned if I can think of any either.
Some musicians make it big. Others never leave their bedrooms. Herein lies the story of the players in between, as well as tales about ballet dancers, ground squirrels, and a to go mug.
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I traveled to Tanzania with my friend Mike and climbed Kilimanjaro. This is the story that that trip inspired. Check it out! If you like it, please share it with friends!
I wrote and watercolor-illustrated a little book about my Mom passing away. Download it for free and consider a donation to her favorite charity, the Revlon Run Walk for women.
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tasha supports you and your black snake. <3
you're the man now, dog
There may be no “reader” in “team”, but there is one in “Read 'em and smirk.”
Happy 500th birthday. How`s your father.
Hello Hodgson, I aime your diary, your on my favourites list believe it or not.
Did you know that stressed spelled backwards is desserts?
Dear Mr. Hodgson,
Can I eat your white snake?
I'm very hungry. (hehe)
Sincerely,
Ashley
The other night I got really drunk and had to walk home from the bar. I fell in the road and hurt my knee. It still hurts. Then I had a dream that I was hanging out with Future Man from the Flecktones.
I take it “how's your father” means something very different in the former colonies to what it means in dear old Blighty–or at least I hope it does.
Look, ITS A COMMENT
I've been busy moving into my dorm room and fighting the system, shaving my roommate's head etc. But I shall do my best for you, Sir. I shan't let you down *Salutes*
My ass hurts.
here be a comment as requested
happy bday, much love to yo' dad, i gotta q for you. any suggestions for a chick trying to get into the college “rock band” who's only got experience in concert/marching snare but needs to move her butt onto trap to get in the band. atleast, until the director can find a trombone and sax to accompany me and my trumpet… help?