The stories that define my complacent stroll through mediocrity
Give me your address!!!! I'm on my way with beer! ;-)
Seriously, everything but the nose ring had her. She was a good little member of her Bunco group in Greenville and would just vent everytime she came home about how everybody acted. Oh, and her recollection of their 'dirty Santa' Christmas parties were a scream. She was the only one who took it seriously on the dirty part. Everyone else gave doilies and candles.
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