important message from mrs martin
You're all invited!
(Except that nut who called Condi a you-know-what.) What the hell, it's not like we're snooty or anything. Come on! I dare you! If you are not that nut who called Condi a you-know-what, and you actually want to drop by, contact me for a map with real names, instead of these fake names. Kjartana, I'm counting on YOU!
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Darn! I wanna come, but it's too far!
Darn! I wanna come, but that danged Janet sez it's too far ....... Damn her..... Damn her to hell. She just doesn't want to ride that far in a car full of chickens.
I recognize all those street names...whattaya talkin' about?!?!
Billy Harding? Is that you???
Janet?? WHASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUPPPPPPPPPPPPPP?
(I love being "behind the curve" on hip phraseology.)
We can ride in MY CAR!!
It's full to the "brim" with Popeye's chicken boxes. Some still have little "crusties" left in them!
I'll see y'all at the now demolished Eastwood Mall exactly 18 hours before the big event. We'll go pick up the nut who called Condi that word, and off we'll go!
I know what all those map words mean, so it will be a "snap."
The dogs are quite nice.
Hey to Jeannie!
Billy Harding.....While reading your comment I got the most vivid mental image of Charlton Heston pounding on the sand at the end of The Planet Of The Apes!
Can I hire a local (to you) escort lady and have her substitute for me? I'll make her bring a bottle of something...
OK Benny, but we'll have to allow plenty of time for stopping at yard sales (um...Tag sales, as Mark calls them now that he's a Yankee)...
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