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| | From:  Beth_Bme (Original Message) | Sent: 8/2/2007 5:38 PM |
 On My Way Home You may be on your way home from a lot of places, but you always see and do many things. You might be walking, driving, riding a bike, train, bus or plane. Alphabetically, please list them. On my way home I ate ice cream. |
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On my way home I instructed Dot to put the spare on and let's all head to Mazie's to see what's going on. We have all the evidence in the limo.....the driver sleeping it off, Beth's blue bikini, SS gone AWOL with the tire..... |
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On my way home I knew that my new friend, the DA, was going to drop all charges agains the whole gang... those pics of us at the roadhouse will ensure that! |
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On my way home I left my old gang behind..........they don't like me anymore , they think I stole that tire because of "what was in it". It was just a hole for cryin' out loud! |
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On my way home I met with the gang explained how wrong we were to suspect our loyalist member of anything untoward, and made a motion that we find 60's to apologize. |
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On my way home I needed to convince the gang to make things right with 60s. |
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On my way home I opted to accept the gang's appology. They're admitting that they made a mistake. I can handle that..........made a mistake once myself.  |
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Enough OK? It started with "O"............ |
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On my way home I postponed my laughing jag about 60s ONE mistake, long enough to welcome her back to the fold. |
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On my way home I QUEUED up behind the gang to give Sixtys a big hug , seems it was a big fuss about nothing , |
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On my way home I rubbed my two shiners acquired as a result of sudden forceful impact with the wheel of a Zamboni and noticed an arc-shaped indentation on my forehead. As I sat bolt upright, smashing my aching head on an overhead bunk, I realized I was somewhere other than home. |
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On my way home I should have been "nice" to the DA the other night at the roadhouse... it is starting to look like he did not drop all the charges agains Kee... |
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On my way home I traded the flat tire with the nice guy at the garage for a cake to take to Kee. My....is this a heavy cake. Guess he doesn't use mother's recipe. |
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On my way home I unhesitatingly unwrapped SS's cake offering. I got the hint when I felt the uncanny weight of it and stashed it under my bunk. A big hug, SS. Our teasing was all in fun, you know. |
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