Sunday, October 22, 2006

Want some smut to go with your smit?

I've been insanely sick all week, too tired to get out of bed, and I've lost my voice. There was only one logical solution to my problems:

First, Natasha Bedingfield.


Next: An afternoon at the Bicycle Show with Canice and Sarah.

Oh, wait, that's not quite right. . .

. . .but this is.

Of course, we had legitimate reasons for being there.


I'm sure our parents would approve of our being so studious on a Saturday afternoon.


Right, Canice?
Posted by Jess at 4:29 PM
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6 comments:

  1. Unknown12:31 AM

    What the fuck is smit?

    A demonstration would be useful as well.

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  2. Unknown12:45 AM

    so ya, definition and demostration.

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  3. Jess1:15 AM

    Smit. Root of the word smitten.
    As in, "She's in smit."

    Yes, I know I'm abusing the English language.

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  4. Anonymous5:47 PM

    my mother will see this...

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  5. Jess8:34 PM

    How will your mother concievably see this?

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  6. Anonymous2:51 PM

    my mother googles me.

    ps: keep looking at this post not because of the extremely flattering photo of myself with a giant dildo, but because i like to see myself with my bike. my life is a mess.

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