in Uncategorized on 02.Nov.05 02.Nov.05 with 2 Comments by Jodi Chromey another possible first line for my short story my mom didn’t like my crockpot. she called it the whore of babylon crockpot because it was red and not white or brown like a good Lutheran crockpot. (Visited 34 times, 1 visits today) Previous Post← kick you in the ribs chili kick you in the ribs chili Next Postsong of the day, st. louise is listening, or let me get up on it, let me get up on it, let me let me let me → song of the day, st. louise is listening, or let me get up on it, let me get up on it, let me let me let me You May Also Like Voice of My Generation Writing Checks My Ass Cannot Cash View Post Music a whole lotta hell View Post Misc. TV dawson/felicity cheesefest View Post
Kevin 02.Nov.05 at 3:05 pm Sounds like the beginning of a Lake Wobegon story, not that that’s bad or anything. My crockpot has FLAMES on it. It’s a heathen crockpot.
UH 02.Nov.05 at 6:28 pm My crockpot is, of course, an uncouth heathen crockpot. That is, if I had a crockpot.
Sounds like the beginning of a Lake Wobegon story, not that that’s bad or anything. My crockpot has FLAMES on it. It’s a heathen crockpot.
My crockpot is, of course, an uncouth heathen crockpot.
That is, if I had a crockpot.