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December 10, 2004
The Better Way
TWO-NINE-NINE Bloor, TWO-NINE-NINE Bloor, TWO-NINE-NINE Call Patrol..." What does this mean? Do I need to hear this? Do I want to hear this? Well then, why do I hear this? Shaddup already.
I am riding the rocket. I meet a few friends and when they get off they leave their gloves behind. So now I have the gloves and have to give them back. But they are not really my friends, I don't really know them, they are from another school and the only way we meet is by accident (such as today). Poses a problem, doesn't it.
Posted by Oleg Ivrii at December 10, 2004 02:29 PM
Comments
Are those good gloves?
Posted by: Eric C at December 15, 2004 04:36 PM
wat a coincidence, i saw a nice gloves on the ground this morning while walking to the mall
Posted by: Pucky at December 15, 2004 04:36 PM