Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Inquiring minds want to know....
...what was Aunt Vickie doing when she got her head stuck in the steering wheel of a 65 mustang? Vickie, you can't open that can of worms with out going into details. You know I'm going to make up a story if you don't volunteer one. Mine will be very creative and extremely dirty. Who knows, it may even be the truth....lol. Do tell Vic, do tell.
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Hmmmmm I never heard this story. Inquiring minds want to know.
It was her response to my story about getting my hands stuck in the chair. lol.
Someday
hehehehe...spill it Vic!
I asked dad about this one.. He has no clue, said he never heard about it. "Probably when she was hanging around with all those girls unless John knows something we don't" is the only remark he made
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