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Apr. 25th, 2012 11:03 pmThis is definitely my kind of car ad. I'm tempted to fly to Seattle to buy the thing just so I can drive it back. Or maybe that's just my now almost undeniable desire to grow a beard. I'll tell you what else I want - flannel. I should own more flannel. And an ax. I suddenly want nothing more in this moment than to be a lumberjack when I grow up.
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Date: 2012-04-26 03:24 am (UTC)But if you come over you can have left over mu shu.
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Date: 2012-04-26 03:51 am (UTC)You skip and jump?
You like to press wildflowers?
You put on women's clothing
and hang around in bars?
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Date: 2012-04-27 02:15 pm (UTC)If you turn into a lumberjack, I'm getting Marie-Ange and we are going to tie you up and shave you. Then burn the flannel.
love,
Skittles.