57: for Juliet...

56: singin' da blues

1 + 1 + 1 + 1 (teq ros) = 4
1 + 1 + 1 + 1 (brahma) = 4
4 + 4 = 8 = no shoes = a berjillion text messages. Look ma, I'm flyin' and there are no grammatical errors!
Can I get a woot woot, can I get a wha wha, can I get a noo noo nooooze hottie?
Well, not too sure but I think it's news... could be wrong... and maybe not so hot. Dunno.

p.s. what's up with the green bake sale bar?

Come to think of it, I can name 3 in news. But that's just my opinion. Hey Mon, 41 days and counting!
Kate: did you eat meatballs?
Mon: how shiny was the gun? and really... like a stapler?
Juliet: are you using Tide?
Sandrocchia: is your cousin in Italy still single? I friend of a friend of a friend wants to know. Can people be friends with themselves? Hmmm, (no "u") that is the question... and not a stupid one at all... so no DRs for a week for me. Wait, DRs are non-existent... um yeah, they are but they aren't 'cuz we are in the 21st Century (like that Men without Hats group or whatever they were called) and we all gotz ourselves some fancy shmancy PCs. Mac's the way to go though.

Lates peeps, I'm a ramblin'... must feed the soul some more Brahma! Fo' nano shizzle Yo.

55: get lost... in my eyes