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:
Monday, October 19, 2009
This Day in History
October 19th, 2009: In Calgary, it misted. It wasn't rain, snow (for a change), or plain humidity. I was quite literally misting throughout the afternoon. The effect wasn't cold or super dampening , simply perplexing precipitation.
Notice your surroundings, and get that sexy slightly damp look.
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.