Can you believe he didn't have to use his new snow plow this year?
I stuffed myself. Yes, Dear Reader, I can't control myself sometimes. Read on for loss of control. Fortunately not bladder or bowel.
Can that woman talk! I listened carefully since I'm hoping to get inspiration for my next short story. I like the idea of a person living in a trailer park.
Jim works at Colonial Nissan where my sister Donna recently bot her used Pathfinder, which she loves, and I bot my used Nissan which I love.
She refused to tell me about her horrible experience at Colonial.
I'll gladly tell anyone about mine, tho I couldn't bear talking about it when it first happened.
I found my car on the Internet. The price was about $15,000 for a 2006. When I got there I ended up paying $16,000. I had to hire my attorney friend Ron Abrams to get them to charge me the original price.
My sales manager was Gary something. That's how Pietrowski got the job. I told Jim to say hi to Gary. And tell him I'm sorry that his 22-yo son died of a drug overdose.
Twenty-two. The end of your life.
Michael Board, a drug addict, died in my 1994 Nissan.
I think I found his parents online. Should I contact them and tell him he died in my car? And left his Menthol Newports in the car? A friend of mine said, It's nice to smoke menthol newports after shooting heroin.
I personally like to shoot insulin before eating Barb's fabulous cookies. I ate three chocolate chip cookies and three peanut butter cookies.
Exercised for 40 minutes on my bike after I got home. Watched the Cab Calloway documentary - critic Stanley Crouch was interviewed - so I 'friended' him on Facebook - and then I watched my beloved Smokey Robinson interviewed by Gwen Ifill.
The man is 72 yrs old. And has blue eyes like my son Daniel.
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