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hello couch potatoes,

the plus-shaped cursor turns on channel me.

the green button takes you to the tagboard

and the brown round one turns on archives and exits.

happy surfing,

Monday, June 12

t.o.w. the clay court classic

Dang, I only caught like the last 2 points of the match.

Good enough to see Nadal lift his 2nd grand slam and definitely more than enough to see Losey Poosey Federer pucker up at his loss.

Hai. I always hate the way top players dominate the game. They make it boring.

I'm quite sure I'll start to like Federer soon. *smirks

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:47 PM