I just cannot believe it...John kicked me out of the Survivor Pool with one show to go. I really thought this was my season. Ah well, thems the breaks. Best of Luck, John...it would be nice to see you book-end your run in the Survivor Pool. You retirees could use the extra money, right? That'll be the bait fund for that first post-work fishin' trip...or should I say fission trip.
Family issues certainly overshadowed, as well as finding out my need of a root canal, a grand day in the life of this BASF employee as I purchased and picked up my brand spankin' new Toyota Camry 09 on Saturday. I am psyched...its nothing special, but its new and its mine...well, it will be in five years. No, Robert, no rides to Stewarts...no rootbeer tidal waves for this new baby.
Ah well, guess I'll go count out the Survivor winner, and runner-up's, cash and see who'll take home the gold...best of luck to all left in...save for Amy.
No rook should ever win...we should be ashamed of ourselves. Ron...the power was in your hands.
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Powerful writing. AWEandthenSOME!
Keep it up. Looking forward to the cartoons.
Yeah, it's me... GM
Nice~!
-Dick Pumpaloaf
This site is a great idea. Lets go to Stewarts on Tuesday!
I have(a) your billfold(a)... If(a) you want it (a)back... send me 200,000 lira and your recipe for breakfast meatballs(a)
The pickpocket in Roma.
Ciao
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