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Well, the blogging duet did not pan out. I then left Mississippi to go see some friends in Memphis, and since I usually take a blogging break on the weekends, you were all left in the lurch.

I arrived at Liz's house for a night of debauchery, but our age caught up with us and it was a short night of catching up and hanging out. No poker, no drugs, no sex toys, just a few beers and some Greek food. Liz's heterosexual life mate, Kim, was there so it was an extra special evening.

We discussed Kim's apparent sexual attraction to guy's with a "cro-magnum" brow. I have one, so I spent the rest of the evening worrying Kim was undressing me with her eyes. Look for a more elaborate post in the future of cave man brow glories.
We also got to see Liz model some pants she received in the mail, they have see through lace coming up the side of both legs and the have been bedazzled. She claims they are not the pants she ordered, but she is going to keep them. I told her she better start preparing to use the pick up line, "I really like your tooth", because those kinds of guys are going to flock to her in those pants.
Kim shared her three year old's inappropriate behavior whenever Strawberry Shortcake videos are played. I can understand, Strawberry Shortcake is a hottie, but I am worried about her handling of the situation. Apparently the new-age parental handling of small children "touching themselves" is to not say it is wrong, but say it should be done in private. If he doesn't have a DVD player in his room, how can he watch Strawberry porn? And, is this going to cause unwanted response for him when he gets older and he is walking through the produce section of the grocery store. His first girlfriend is going to be shocked when he tries to get her to wear some strawberry bloomers.
Many other subjects were covered, Liz's arch-nemesis, My possible house buying future, Liz's framed beefcake photos adorning her walls, and our thoughts on blogging, our favorite blogs to read, and the importance of not pissing off trampoline supporters.

Check ya later, and I'll try and make up for the blog snafu.