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Very entertaining post! Reunions do hurt! Remember that! No medals, ribbons or executive-ships .....then be a spectator!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on June 21, 2008 at 12:01 PM
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Reunion....
I recently attended my 45th high school reunion and it was interesting, to say the least. One short, verging on ugly guy with gray hair kept hitting on me saying, "Betcha don't know who
I am!" He was correct - I hadn't a clue (and really didn't care) until he finally spilled the beans toward the end of the evening. Turns out he was one of the most popular guys at school - a high school jock, I believe we called them? Wow. Father Time definitely did a number on him.
Cinderella
posted by
neveradu11moment
on June 21, 2008 at 9:08 AM
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Hey, I just start getting used to the wrinkles and bravely decided NOT to have another facelift. One must last. Thanks for your comment. 'Trust me' ıs ındeed another one of those sayings that annoy the hell out of me.
posted by
vogue
on June 21, 2008 at 12:03 AM
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North
Father time has caught a glimpse of my P.O. Box but I’m not giving him the key.. And all those wrinkles and my new found desire to buy turtle neck sweaters – I figure it’s just a right of passage. But those rockers should definitely head for that deserted island.
posted by
Troosha
on June 20, 2008 at 9:26 AM
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