one man's cellar door
is another girl's sea monkey. and on that note, i also love compressed air. not saying "compressed air" (although it is quite nice to say as well), but rather the great feeling when the can gets cold while your keyboard gets clean. chemistry plus type a equals i love compressed air. sssssst... beautiful, isn't it? perhaps i've inhaled a bit too much compressed air. ok, now i just like saying it.
posted by erica @ 6:04 PM
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