When opening day is cold and rainy
It's like French-kissing Richard Cheney.
The seats are hard, your cheeks like ice,
Like smooching Condoleezza Rice.
An opening day, stuck in the rain,
Like swapping spit with John McCain.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Opening Day Rain
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Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the Dieta, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://dieta-brasil.blogspot.com. A hug.
Thank you for your note.
Because of the large volume of mail we receive, we regret that we cannot respond to each of you individually. But we read every note and love hearing from you.
Best wishes in the future.
A hug.
Hello, this post is likeable to me also. :-)
All your baseballs drink your milkshakes. Vamoose and bullvinkle.
El Duque:
If I were you, I would take offense to the term "likeable" in regards to this post. Surely it is cleaver or whitty, but likeable, not so much :-P
Dear Likeable,
Father of mine, with big boobs, is finance minister of Congo! Assistance from you is needed to securely transfix large amounts of Cialis and bank account in your country.
Help from you is required. Honest.
Love, Dieta, son of Morthor.
All your baseball are belong to us!
Your blog is very innaresting.
Is Dieta a he or a she?
Did anybody go that site? WTF?
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