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Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Convention

You and I are attending a shipbuilding convention at a hotel in Dallas. We have each been allowed to bring a guest. Yours is some guy who keeps slapping you on the back of the head; mine is a girl who bursts into tears frequently and for no reason.
Posted by Long_Division at 5:08 PM
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