Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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- The Year of Crucifixion
- Goodbye and Good Riddance
- Marathon Man
- The Bigger They Are...
- Happy Halloween from Maverick and Charlie
- Time to Drool
- "What Kind of People are These?"
- To Boldly Bid
- Menage-a-trois with Mark Twain
- All Systems Go
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- BrandonFibbs.com
- The Film Snob
- Worth a Thousand Words
- The Reach
- I'm Ramblin' Again
- Real Live Preacher
- Non-Prophet
- The Revealer
- Killing the Budda
- Church of the Masses
- The Roving Theologian
- Lisa Anderson
- Patton Dodd
- Media Slog
- Life in Smallville
- Don't Let The Bastards...
- With New Eyes
- Nate R.
- Beth Peninger
- Daria B.
- Cousin Haim
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3 Comments:
That hairline's not moving, Brandon. As a fellow thinner, I am growing suspicious of any preventive measures that may be giving you an unfair advantage.
The hell it's not! The magic of a bad photo and a comb!
I know the feeling Brandon -- I recently traded my Colorado license to finally become an official Washingtonian, and I too felt pangs of sadness at saying goodbye to the only ID I've ever known (there was a brief moment of silence to mourn the passing document). My ID is now Washington, my license plates are now Washington -- it's like my past has been erased!
I quickly recovered though when I learned my Colorado driving record did not follow me to Washington. My slate has been wiped clean, and affordable car insurance is mine once again!
-Josh
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