"The cold was brutal and every artery of the city was snowpacked, but I'd started out from the frostbitten North Country, a little corner of the earth where the dark frozen woods and icy roads didn't faze me. I could transcend the limitations. It wasn't money or love that I was looking for...."
50 years ago today.
January 24, 2011
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Blows on harmonica ♪ ♫
You don't need to be a weatherman --
to know when it's cold outside.
Have you ever thought of just calling him up and asking him for a date?
Snark aside, the schoolgirl crush is cute, Althouse.
There's still a little girl inside.
I think Althouse should do a Bloggingheads with Dylan.
I think Althouse should do a Bloggingheads with Dylan.
Not a good idea.
I don't think Althouse would be faking the orgasm.
I played two gigs this weekend, Althouse. The ladies didn't throw their panties on the stage.
What am I doing wrong?
Dylan is still making a dead-on winter impact . He inspired the Steelers against the Jets Sunday.
What am I doing wrong?
Less shouting. More mumbling.
I thought the post was Ann arriving in Madison.
I was going to say she has turned it into eternal spring.
shoutingthomas said...
Have you ever thought of just calling him up and asking him for a date?
Hubbo might object, unless it's a threesome.
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