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Oh, but I love you my little lamb, I must have you. My love is throbbing at quite a fevered cadence.

If you are anything like me, if you do three things in a row at work, without stopping, it’s time to take a well deserved break. Three things in a row? Good gods, nobody is meant to do that many things in a row, without a nap!
I’ve read most of Christopher Moore’s books, and enjoyed them very much. In fact, I would have to say that Lamb is on my list of favorite all time books. I loved it that much. It made me laugh out loud, which is sometimes hard for a book to do. Anyway, I found out he has a webpage and a blog. Although the blog is really more of a BBS posing as a blog. I’ve added it to my list of blog links to right. It’s delightful.
I’m not sure if I have updated you on the poker games that have been going on, here at work. If you remember, a few weeks back, I was set to play poker at lunch, Texas Hold ‘Em. I had never played before. The regular players are me, Anastasia, Lloyd, Mr. Fisher and The Manager. [Yes, I know The Manager’s name, I’m just trying to be all covert and shit. And Mr. Fisher just sounds cool.] Anyway, you could certainly tell I had never played before, because in the space of an hour, I had lost all my money. Or should I say my “money.” We start out each game with a $1000 in chips. Anastasia has real authentic casino poker chips. And in less than an hour… I was flat busted broke. However, I watched some of that Celebrity Poker on the Television, and practiced my iPoker, and I swept the next two games! The winner!! #1!! Unfortunately, the last game was an exhibition game, and did not count in the tournament, but I still won! And like the nice Mr. Loaf says “Two outta three ain’t bad.”

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4 thoughts on “Oh, but I love you my little lamb, I must have you. My love is throbbing at quite a fevered cadence.

  1. jodi says:

    My father used to refer to Meat Loaf as “the nice mr. loaf” whenever my brother played his albums. In reference to my music, it was “the nice mr. ant.”

  2. Thomas says:

    Just think, by not having kids of that age now, you’ve avoid saying things like, “nice Mr. Cent”, “Those nice Peas folks” and “nice Ms. Lavig… Lavin… Lasagne… nice Ms. Lasagne.”
    It could have been worse, ODB would have been “nice Mr. Bastard”, then switching to “nice Mr. Jesus”, and finally, “nice Mr. Ward-Of-The-State #5800912.”

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