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I would totally play football with him.

Posted by Deacon Seattle | November 30, 2006 1:02 AM

I though Nick Lachey only made it as far north as Tacoma? :P

Posted by Louise | November 30, 2006 6:30 AM

Damn! I went to bed too early. I'd let him pelt me.

Posted by monkey | November 30, 2006 6:53 AM

...that didn't stop folks in the neighborhood from pulling out cardboard covered with garbage bags and sledding down the street. I love that!

Posted by Not quite the storm of '03, but... | November 30, 2006 8:20 AM

Not to diminish the hottie's creative selection of winter-wear, but those are quite decidedly not "wee panties." Not even close. See, e.g., GoSoftWear, which are the briefest of briefs.

Posted by SB | November 30, 2006 10:33 AM

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Posted by matt garman | November 30, 2006 11:55 AM

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