Finally she asks, "Is that all you can say?"
He replies, "Yes."
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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2 comments:
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Too funny ...
I like his style. Perhaps the questions she asked were uninspired.
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