I went and looked at the x-rays and now my eyes have packed an overnight bag and are threatening to go to their mother's house but that's not your fault because you tried to warn me.
I thought "I'm feeling queasy already today. Let's not look at nightmare x-rays" then my hands took over and I clicked anyways. And now, I fell even queasier. Yet.. still enjoyed it thouroughly. *chuckle* such is life... pretty much exactly...
yup Kristi, i did know! it's cuz he's holding a ONE, and then i have a TWO (in peace sign) and a THREE. i love him on American Idol! he's great. that's so cool you went to school with him. i'll have to dig ya for dirt. :)
Adam Lambert is hot. Have you seen the pics that surfaced of him over the weekend making out with his boyfriend and half naked at Burning Man? He's getting my vote for sure. lol
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I went and looked at the x-rays and now my eyes have packed an overnight bag and are threatening to go to their mother's house but that's not your fault because you tried to warn me.
I thought "I'm feeling queasy already today. Let's not look at nightmare x-rays" then my hands took over and I clicked anyways. And now, I fell even queasier. Yet.. still enjoyed it thouroughly. *chuckle* such is life... pretty much exactly...
Holy cow, the x-ray site, OMG...Holy Cow!!!!
Ummm, have a good weekend and thanks for sharing, next time I think I'll stick to the warning!
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Hey, your first picture is of Adam Lambert. Did you know that? I went to elementary, middle and high school with him. He looked so different then.
yup Kristi, i did know! it's cuz he's holding a ONE, and then i have a TWO (in peace sign) and a THREE.
i love him on American Idol! he's great. that's so cool you went to school with him. i'll have to dig ya for dirt. :)
Wow... I mean wow. Those x-rays... i have no words.
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Now I will go back and read the rest of the post.
Adam Lambert is hot. Have you seen the pics that surfaced of him over the weekend making out with his boyfriend and half naked at Burning Man? He's getting my vote for sure. lol
couldn't help the dare and EWWWWWWWWWWWW!
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