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> Just got back from the Tracks, not my fastest lap, but pretty decent.
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To be brief: WTF DeBoer?
DeBoer: "Vokoun big part of the Panthers future"also "Scott Clemmensen will start tomorrow for the Panthers V Thrashers game"The start of CNBC's coverage of this highly anticipated hockey game was a complete mess, instigated by a U.S. vs. Japan women's curling match that went into overtime or extra innings or sudden death brooming or whatever it's called.
And I thought it was an accomplishment to power a LED with an Orange
What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.
Who am i: A Surfing, Hockey Playing, Computer Genius. This blog is just a theoretical whiteboard for random occurances in my life
