In the grocery store:
"...so he burned his butthole."
These are my neighbors, people.
I wonder how the rest of the conversation went...
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Corey and Stacie met the summer of 2005. They were introduced, they talked for three minutes, he left, she chased him down, they've been together ever since.
In the beginning...
Corey and Stacie met the summer of 2005. They were introduced, they talked for three minutes, he left, she chased him down, they've been together ever since.
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1 comment:
Um, hello? That's when you start trying to pronounce words on ingredient labels and take your choice between Froot Loops and Fruit Oh's very seriously. Sheesh, you are SO not from the South! Any good Southerner learns how to eavesdrop at a very early age.
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