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Cultivated by QuillDancer @7/11/2006 01:32:00 PM
I'm QuillDancer
From United States
I believe in approaching life with humor. I mean, there's no point in taking it too seriously, it's not like we're going to get out alive. So step inside and prepare to laugh...
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3 Comments:
lol!
Geez, I would like to have a hillbilly name (maybe Lullabelle?) and walk around singing country songs if only to annoy my little sister who's into the likes of Hoobastank and Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
But since I can't carry a tune I would annoy her no matter what I tried to sing.
Jenn, When I was in college several friends and I rented a house together. We took turns with the chores. When it was my turn to wash dishes I would stand at the sink and sing. Petra would often run in shrieling, "Stop! Stop! You're off key!" One night when she rushed in shouting I replied, "I have proof I'm on key." Then I lifted my foor and showed her that I was standing on my car key.
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