I guess I'll never forget her. And maybe I don't want to. Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey. I forget her other qualities. - Jack Handey
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This website is called "banjeroo" only because I play an old Vega banjo in the clawhammer style (with gusto and minimal skill), and because one of my gazillion nicknames is Roo. Hands up if your nickname is also Roo. (Let's see, 1, 2, 3... 68,399,264 of you? Wow.)
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I'm so jealous- no skiing round these parts- in fact, no winter! Just six months of Novemberish gloom...
is it as good as zooming around on damp concrete/tarmac? that's how i survive winter...
oh, and, i got new skates! rah!
Who is CS? That is one articulate dude/ss. Is that for real?
Love the picture: there's soothing and there's sense of motion. Were you the taker or the subject of this?
no fun snow for me this year.
no sledding. nothing.
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