beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary
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Fizzy, my brain is fizzy
This, again, is the picture I was trying to paste into Peth's guestbook. Not that it will make any sense here.
Here's a little ditty that my dad forwarded me via my cousin M.
(Sung to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know It Clap Your Hands")
If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your Mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.
There's lots more. Let me know if you want the rest.
Last night was the last night of my free trial membership at the swanky health club. The number of people who go there that I need to avoid has doubled, so it's just as well. I'm thinking maybe I'll get a three-month prison sentence instead; the Framingham MCI has exercise facilities and lots of nice mom ladies.
A very important new diary is almost ready for public viewing. Stay tuned!
12:32 p.m. - 2003-01-24
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