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September 23, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings #242

  1. Singles :: Bar 
  2. Blaze :: Glory (As in 'going out in a blaze of glory'. Not like a pyromaniac!)
  3. Sandwich :: Steak 
  4. Outside :: Inside 
  5. Gooey :: Stuck 
  6. Industry :: Waste 
  7. Exclusive :: Rich 
  8. Warranty :: Under 
  9. Magical :: Night
  10. Heels :: Get off mine

Posted at 10:02 AM in Unconscious Mutterings |

Comments

Daisy Cat

All are welcome on my picnics - the more, the merrier. Blaze of glory never occurred to me, how strange! Have a good week.

Posted by: Daisy Cat | September 23, 2007 at 10:24 AM

Laquet

Thanks for visiting - a steak sandwich, what I wouldn't give right now for a *wanders off to the kitchen*

Posted by: Laquet | September 23, 2007 at 10:44 AM

Gracie

Oh I really like the Blaze: Glory! And Heels: Get off mine is exactly how I feel.
We matched on Singles: Bar and your Gooey: Stuck is the result of my Gooey: Marshmallow Fluff

Posted by: Gracie | September 23, 2007 at 12:52 PM

The Gal Herself

We matched on the Singles Bar. I love your response to "heels."

Posted by: The Gal Herself | September 23, 2007 at 07:10 PM

the alien-joseph

steak, inside, stuck ~ they all seem to fit together. i like heels as well.

Posted by: the alien-joseph | September 23, 2007 at 11:31 PM

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