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  1. Sarcasm ::
  2. Coke ::
  3. Frank ::
  4. Party ::
  5. Witches ::
  6. Intentional ::
  7. Crisp ::
  8. Lockers ::
  9. Walking ::
  10. Fundraiser ::

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<li>Intentional ::  </li>
<li>Crisp ::  </li>
<li>Lockers ::  </li>
<li>Walking :: </li>
<li>Fundraiser ::  </li>

Posted on 10/23 at 11:00 PM •

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I’ve muttered!

Posted by robert • 10/24 • 03:28 AM

Mine are up!  Happy Sunday!

Posted by Annie • 10/24 • 04:34 AM


Posted by Shirl • 10/24 • 08:57 AM

I am back after ages of not participating, actually after week of not blogging in general.
Like always, it is great to be back!

Posted by Sarita • 10/24 • 09:43 AM

I’m playing today on my site! smile

Posted by On a limb with Claudia • 10/24 • 10:52 AM

Mine are up! I don’t participate every week but I’ve participated in many weeks over the years and I always enjoy this meme smile

Posted by Abigail Parker • 10/24 • 03:37 PM

VERY late on the muttering from me today. Booo!! But I’m up at last now.

Posted by Cat. • 10/24 • 06:46 PM

Have a great week!

Posted by Laane • 10/24 • 07:27 PM

My UM is up smile

Am so late, I thought it is still Monday today :(

Posted by Julie • 10/25 • 07:33 PM

Unconscious Mutterings 404 [Manizzle] Sarcasm :: Is the highest form of wit. Coke :: mixed with Scotch or Vodka. Frank :: and Beans. Party :: Andrew WK. Witches :: Best children’s movie ever. Intentional :: Mistrust. Crisp :: Ironed shirt. Lockers :: I saw a movie that started that w... [10.25.10]

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Posted by neannytap • 10/28 • 12:30 AM

Mine’s up…

Posted by Lui • 10/30 • 11:31 PM

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