tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post927311758426561778..comments2023-06-06T05:24:29.933-04:00Comments on where the wild things abide sometimes: me in the morningMaggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-57843323640003511192009-09-23T20:48:18.864-04:002009-09-23T20:48:18.864-04:00Pasto': What boys?
Zeke: Ha. Riiiight.Pasto': What boys?<br /><br />Zeke: Ha. Riiiight.Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-50885774265336281262009-09-23T19:01:17.500-04:002009-09-23T19:01:17.500-04:00if i were the crickets i would stop making noise i...if i were the crickets i would stop making noise immediately. your wrath is fearful.Bob son of Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501821055388174475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-80917237295287832092009-09-21T09:34:50.995-04:002009-09-21T09:34:50.995-04:00At my house, the rambunctious little boys drown ou...At my house, the rambunctious little boys drown out any crickets who might be attempting to chirp in the morning.Rev. Rick Stuckwischhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10664716292792101540noreply@blogger.com