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Strat
Great to read you every time. I always smelled of oil or gasoline, being a mechanic, so I didn't by any cologne's or such. Good move on the dance floor that lasted forever, great love story man
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WileyJohn
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July 4, 2009
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Glad ya'll got a kick out of it.
I still can't believe a woman as beautiful as my wife would ever have anything to do with me. I'm not rich, so it must be the Easter britches...
posted by
strat
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July 3, 2009
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Strat you make me laugh myself silly every time I read you. Now I
understand why my sons asked their Dad to stop me from cutting their hair by the time they were about 12.
posted by
Kabu
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July 3, 2009
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This was really fun to read!
posted by
BrightIrish
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June 29, 2009
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Sounds familiar to me! LOL Old time dances.
posted by
merkie
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June 22, 2009
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Glad it wasn't me, then, Ciel.
posted by
strat
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June 19, 2009
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Glad you got a charge out of it, Sam!
posted by
strat
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June 19, 2009
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Thanks, Whacky! Right back atcha!
posted by
strat
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June 19, 2009
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Re: I could have conceivably been that guy, Ciel!
No, it was Michael Goss. Some things you never forget.
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Ciel
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June 18, 2009
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Oh my goodness, that was hilarious! I have been around the AXE and I got the axe from it, rough on asthmatics! What a tale you weave! sam
posted by
sam444
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June 18, 2009
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You are funny!
posted by
Whacky
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June 18, 2009
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I could have conceivably been that guy, Ciel!
Yikes on me! Swayve and Dee Bonair!
posted by
strat
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June 18, 2009
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I, on the other hand, remember the first boy
who at one of those torturous functions asked me to dance, informing me just after we glided or stomped or whatever onto the floor, that he had asked me because one of our other classmates saw me standing alone by the wall, and told him to. What a hero!
posted by
Ciel
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June 18, 2009
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We must have been separated at birth, Guy!
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strat
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June 17, 2009
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I remember my fir.....Great Score, until I had something to compare her to!
Strat,
I was roughly the same age as you described, at a party peopled by strangers, and was attempting to look cool, holding up a wall. This girl who I had never even met before, sauntered over to me and said, " I've never seen YOU before. You're really CUTE!" ( I think that she was already far more precocious [experienced] than me) In a moment of desper.....inspiration, I quipped, "Gaud! I really get tired of hearing that!" Never had a chance to use that line again, but just this once, it worked! Story of my life, I never get to choose my women, THEY choose me. I'm SO weak! There goes my chance to be "Stud of State," for Podus.
Guy
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northsage_45
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June 17, 2009
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