I Plead the Fifth
In a moment, when the clock reads 5:00 p.m. (PST), I ask that you turn to your friend or foe and offer a "high five" in honor of the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth year . . . and then, either eat five cookies or drink a fifth of something, because, after all, this won't happen again for approximately one thousand years.
And then, if you are really on the ball, you can repeat this in fifty-five minutes, to commemorate 5:55 p.m. (PST) on 5/5/05. Eat five more cookies. Who's counting?
That's all.
And then, if you are really on the ball, you can repeat this in fifty-five minutes, to commemorate 5:55 p.m. (PST) on 5/5/05. Eat five more cookies. Who's counting?
That's all.
posted by Melodee at Thursday, May 05, 2005
4 Comments:
Oh, maaann... I missed it... Now I'll have to wait until June 6, 2006 at 6pm.
Shoot...
I'm bummin'...
~C~
What about 5:55:55. You're losing it -- may have to have that photo retouched.
I hopped up and down five times at 5:55 and made five wishes. :)
Have you read Where the Heart is? Fives are bad in the book.
What a fabulous idea.
Numbers in patterns rock.
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