On this, the eleventh day of the month of ass, I, Mangofarmer, have decided who needs to be kicked in the ass. 2003-02-11 - 9:30 p.m.
"Unchained Melody"
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch, a long lonely time
And time goes by, so slowly and time can do so much
Are you, still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the waiting arms of the sea
Lonely rivers cry, wait for me, wait for me
To the open arms, wait for me
My love, my darling, I've hungered for your kiss
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God, speed your love, to me
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This entry has been brought to you by Cupid, cinnamon Altoids, and the letter "L". Now speaking of that chubby little cherub, if you see him, please send him my way so I can kick him repeatedly in the balls. I would be much obliged.
Stupid February. Damn Romans and their naming of the months. If I had my druthers, I would rename this month "Ass". Granted I don't really know what druthers are, but still. Ass.