Three Pears, three pairs, 3 X 2=6, threesome times two, six-tom, sex-a-ton, burn calories, hunger, pear, two more, and that makes three pears.
This is my brain:
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Patented Anti-Clink Technology
Do you remember these good ol' underage days? Purses were not only mini wardrobes and make-up carriers, but tiny bars too! I just found this perfect picture to commemorate...wish I could remember what party this was for.
Thank you Hayley, for having the largest strongest purse around.
Laugh at your immature youth, and be thankful that you made it through alive.
My family coat of arms has three pears on it. Pears are symbols of individuality, however the number three is very archetypical. Thus, the oxymoron that I descend from: the archetypical individual. Ironic, and oh so disgustingly post-modern.