I like Kevin a lot; he’s on the shortlist of people I’d like to step out from behind a keyboard and have a protracted conversation with me. I have a feeling that, within the space of three beers and one philosophical disagreement, I’d find his perspective indispensable.
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3.30.2011
Every damn thing makes my heart want to cry.
Hey Kevin, you’re lookin’ awesome, my friend.
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3.30.2011
I’m, uh, not cryin’ or nothin’. There’s a little something in my eye and I just had a coughing fit and also my allergies are really bad right now is all.
IS ALL.
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3.30.2011
well said. that kevin knows how to say it
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3.30.2011
Kevin took the words right out from under me. You really are passionate about matters of the ass.
Heh.
BTW, I think commenting here might count as breaking Lent for me. Now what do I do? Stew in my guilt? (I’m a Lent newbie.)
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Maybe I have to start over. In that case I’ll see you all in May sometime.
When Lent Goes Bad: The Fruityfantastica Story
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3.30.2011
(I love how, when the music starts, his puppy starts tailwagging and then, when Kev gets settled, he wanders away. Cute little unplanned punctuation on the piece.)
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3.30.2011
What? You don’t think I trained The Murphinator to wag on cue for you?
BTW, having spent three months shedding my winter fat (accumulated over about 12 winters, mind you — and thanks, Cheryl), I’m pretty much a lightweight these days. Beer and a half then BAM, I’d be under the spell. And probably you.
Happy frickin’ birthday, youngster.
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3.30.2011
I replayed that three times, laughing at that dog tail. Holy crap, I hope you did train him to do that. Way funny!
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3.31.2011
I’ve always thought Kevin was an assheart.
Well-played, Mr. Uncool.
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