My new wall clock sets itself to the atomic clock at fort collins. It also tells the temperature both inside my office and outside. I will never be late for court again, and i'll know whether to wear a coat.
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Does it remind you to put pants on?
ReplyDeleteI think I was wrong when I send the blog was becoming cockcentric. I think its actually becoming pantlesscentric.
ReplyDeleteDid Brian take off his pants a lot while he was down visiting?
So, I post about my clock, and we're talking about my pants??
ReplyDeleteThat's "CLOCK" people... With an "L!!"
Cock. Clock. Will the next post be about a wok? Mohawk? Cakewalk? Headlock? Roadblock? Shock?
ReplyDeleteYes anonymous,
ReplyDeleteWe actually had a date and Bri put his hand on my leg. I got to order the wine so I guess that makes me the pitcher. We hooked up with Tom later in the evening and Brian tried man love with him too.