Shalom, brotha!

[fredericks]

Okay, this one goes out to my Jewish homey. Keep on keepin' it real, gorzo.

I Have a Little Dreidel

I have a little dreidel,
I made it out of clay.
And when it’s dry and ready,
Oh dreidel I shall play.
(Chorus)
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of clay;
And when its dry and ready,
Then dreidel I shall play.
It has a lovely body,
With legs so short and thin.
And when it gets all tired,
It drops and then I win.
(Chorus)


Happy Hanukkah (I cannot believe I forgot this, btw)! Try to keep the 1/54th part of you that's downing lightly fermented grape juice under control, eh, bubbelah? *grin*


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I'm tired as all hell, and worried to death about my presentation and classwork, but yet I feel remarkably...okay. Love's a wonderful thing.

Comments

[wangu.livejournal.com]

Ah yes. Love is the pwn.

Man, I miss being in it. Tell me about yours?

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Love is the pwn.
Call me crazy, but I have *no* idea what that means. So out of the loop.

Tell me about yours?
My love? is a red red rose. Well, no, because roses are so conventional. What's to tell?

[wangu.livejournal.com]

Own. Pwn. ha! My gamer speak has claimed another victim. Here. Read today's megatokyo with the phe4rb0t to get a quick dose.

http://www.megatokyo.com/

[gorzo.livejournal.com]

That song's gonna be stuck in my head all day now, and I'll be grinning like an idiot every time it kicks in.