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Posted by: Mark Stubblefield 8/07/2005 | Permalink
Don't you just hate it when people insist on continually taking pictures at the most inconvenient times?
Posted by supyo1776 | August 07, 2005 9:33 PM
Yeah, you mean like when you're in a hotel room, and you're trying to sleep, and . . . Tim, you sound like a person who has had experience with such situations.
Posted by Nathaniel the Darnell | August 11, 2005 10:59 PM
Yeah, Tim. Do you have any idea what Nathaniel could be talking about? :) hmmm.
Posted by Mark Stubblefield | August 14, 2005 11:46 PM
Don't you just hate it when people insist on continually taking pictures at the most inconvenient times?
Posted by
supyo1776 |
August 07, 2005 9:33 PM
Yeah, you mean like when you're in a hotel room, and you're trying to sleep, and . . . Tim, you sound like a person who has had experience with such situations.
Posted by
Nathaniel the Darnell |
August 11, 2005 10:59 PM
Yeah, Tim. Do you have any idea what Nathaniel could be talking about? :) hmmm.
Posted by
Mark Stubblefield |
August 14, 2005 11:46 PM