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The 17 Bottles Of project began with Urs and Sig and a bunch of other people in 1999. Unfortunately, the original, in a blue spiral notebook, has vanished. It was a fun project, though, so we're starting over. Hopefully this one will be a bit harder to misplace.
2011 UPDATE: Word on the streets is that the J.Mo. has located the notebook and has it in her possession. We'd love to see it some day...
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7 comments:
Sorry Rock, that totally sucks.
**hug**
Oh, shit. If I could, I'd drive over, hug you, kidnap you, and take you to Dairy Queen...and then we'd have some drinks.
Crap :( I hope you have some distractions..and not just work distractions! Let me know if you want to be entertained. My voice is broken right now, but I'm willing it to fix itself. If I can talk again by Halloween or the weekend, I might go out for drinks or some gay man buttshaking. I haven't gone out in forever, work & school have made me boring. Wanna come?
:(
Thanks, Lauren. I moped all weekend...and I think I'll probably continue the trend. I hate my life.
I'm sorry, Rock. There's nothing good I can say...but we can talk if you ever need...
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