As I make my way through the most modern of time wasters, aka the Internet, I have stumbled upon the world of blogs and have been drawn to posting my own. I tend to ramble on aimlessly in both conversation and print, so beware and be prepared for much ado about nothing.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Meet Clem
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo ~ Maria von Trapp
Clem is our friend. He happens to be (as stated on his official business card) the City Executive at the local branch of First South Bank. He made a deal that he would wear this lovely ensemble if the bank reached a goal. Sometimes successfully reaching a goal can suck, huh?
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Well. I'm not totally sure what to say, but I feel as if I should say something. Hmmm. Isn't he a dandy? You know though, he isn't even nearly as bad as big big momma was as Mrs. Potts. Hmmm. I guess I should practice the "if you can't say somethin' nice, don't say nothin' at all," quoted by Thumper. I'm still not sure if he can yodel.
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