Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Seven

Usually, sevens are good.

The Seventh Inning Stretch. 007. Seven Costanza. 7th Heaven. Half of 7-Eleven.

Seven is not good when it is the temperature.

This morning, the temperature is seven.

And it is still icy.

One more line of text.

Now this post has seven lines. Seven.

Posted by Mike Toomey at 9:02 AM

5 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 23, 2011 at 12:21 PM

    Seven: the number of hours Mike Toomey's worked this week.

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  2. Tom ChurchFebruary 23, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Really loving this blog.

    Makes me glad I live in Los Angeles.

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  3. Russell BittmannFebruary 23, 2011 at 4:07 PM

    Boycotting this blog until Mike accepts peanut butter into his life.

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  4. Mike ToomeyFebruary 23, 2011 at 4:14 PM

    I'm really not even sure what that means.

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  5. Russell BittmannFebruary 23, 2011 at 4:24 PM

    Alright, boycott over. I've had second thoughts about the peanut butter thing. The world don't to move to the beat of just one drum.

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