Maybe if she hadn't had such a dour look on her face, her proximity to the sign on the conveyor belt wouldn't've got my attention. Timing, they say, is everything.
I did take the pic. She did wonder why I took it. I remember leap-frogging over the assistent prinicipal at Leto. He also was surprised. It really is a wonder I haven't been killed.
Dave, don't worry, you may yet be killed. And, yeah, twice I've gotten a screw job on luggage in Denver.
Memorial Day 08, they just didn't have it on the plane, so i had to borrow Chase's toothbrush till the luggage arrived sometime early in the morn.
This last Memorial Day, I'm pretty sure someone riffled my bag and snagged my running shoes. I mean no way I left them, I was afterall, there for a race!
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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Wow, did you take that? If so, awesome timing! That says it all, just ask AndyMan about his trip to Denvah
Did Miss Sourpuss wonder why you were taking her picture?
I did take the pic. She did wonder why I took it. I remember leap-frogging over the assistent prinicipal at Leto. He also was surprised. It really is a wonder I haven't been killed.
Fantastic pic.
Hey! Did you hear me honk as I drove by The Boro yesterday?
That was you, Kate? Dang, I'd've waved...
Dave, don't worry, you may yet be killed. And, yeah, twice I've gotten a screw job on luggage in Denver.
Memorial Day 08, they just didn't have it on the plane, so i had to borrow Chase's toothbrush till the luggage arrived sometime early in the morn.
This last Memorial Day, I'm pretty sure someone riffled my bag and snagged my running shoes. I mean no way I left them, I was afterall, there for a race!
You ultra dudes are totally messed up: can I borrow your shoes? What are you insane? But, here, have my toothbrush...
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