August 11, 2003
Being the sort of person who goes looking for her glasses when they're perched on her nose... Glad to see I'm not the only one.


Posted by Moira Breen at August 11, 2003 01:26 PM
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One time, I was about to play my guitar. I had a pick, I turned on the amp, slung the strap over my shoulder...now where's the pick? I just now had it!

I rummaged in my pockets, searched every flat surface in arms' length, and finally looked all over the house for a pick, for about ten minutes. No pick. So I was morosely strumming away with my fingernails when I saw something which surprised me. I don't remember what it was, though. All I remember is my jaw dropped open...and the pick fell out of my mouth.

Posted by: dipnut on August 12, 2003

This, frankly, is the story of my life.

Posted by: Dean Esmay on August 18, 2003

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