mixed irony
The makings of a gait make gates possible. Without a gait a gate may become useless. Whose fate is it to be always late? At any rate, today's date we can celebrate.
Inebriate?
Intoxicate?
Bake a cake?
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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5 comments:
Great.
the cake is a lie.
z: indeed.
g: if you say so.
I'm sure hubby would tell you that being married to me ensures it is his fate to be always late.
Deb, I am sure my wife's husband would say the same thing.
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