Thursday, June 07, 2007
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...and it's looking like we're going to have a few sunny afternoons. Hopefully anyway, because I'm gone fishing.
I just put that one on my "Summer '07" ipod playlist.
"Now I'm just sittin' here/Sippin' on my ice cold beer/lazing on a sunny afternoon..."
Sounds good to me!
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