Friday, August 08, 2008
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My name is Sam. I jam out with my clam out. Every day. Even the days when the clam is unshaven or just plain funky. There is no life without the clam.
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- Creating Motherhood
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- The Evolution of Jeremiah
- Faster Pussycat...Type! Type!
- Gerben says what?
- Hecticmom-Completely Undone
- I Really Should Be Working
- I Want To Be A Mommy
- Isle Be Here
- Gus Greeper
- Learning To Breathe
- Mater Factit
- My Brand of Crazy
- The New Girl
- Osbasso
- Problem Girl
- Random Musings of My Life
- The Redneck Diva
- Rememberella: The Urge To Archive
- SchadeBLOG
- Sheen V's Place
- Soul Bliss
- Southern Domestic Goddess
- Twinglesma
- They Belong To Us
- The Torn Pages
- Veritably Bare
- What's Better Than This
In Real Life
Fertility Minded
- A Little Pregnant
- Barren Mare
- Brooklyn Girl
- Doctor Mama
- Here Be Hippogriffs
- The Modernity Ward
- Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters
Big Girl Undies
- amalah
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- Confessions of a CF Husband
- Dooce
- Found Cameras and Orphan Pictures
- Post Secret
- Sweetney
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Previous Posts
- Because I Am Insane
- Letter To My Left Tit
- Total Dick Move
- Some Serious Shit
- How I Utterly Failed As A Parent
- Gmail Chat
- I Love Google
- Busted!
- Twat Stories
- Braggart
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4 Comments:
They help their friends look for dropped change? They assist in somersaults training? What?
Dirty, dirty little lego men!!!
...and they're not half bad at what they do either.
and yes, one partner should always be wearing...a baseball cap.
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