seven-come-eleven
The pitcherlady informed me that 7/11 would mark a thirty-one year anniversary of our auriferous acquaintance.
Really.
Blessed ain't even the word.
Monday 7/110/5 also marks the first day of rest during the 2005 running of the Tour de France, after having been racing for eight days straight. Don't you know those guys slept in late, ate several meals that would have paralyzed you or I, and got the massage from Jesus Hail..........
posted by Pee Wee @ 11:58 PM
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Now how in the world would she even know that?
Because I can still hear that basketball bouncing in J.B.'s driveway. Thirty one years is a long time. We were like um....six at the time weren't we?
Seven, I think.
Hell, sometimes I think I am still seven........Watch your mouths, the both of you.
WOW!! SUSAN, I THINK SAINT HOOD IS IN ORDER FOR YOU.
D.E.
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