Dancing the polka with Miss El Cajon
Your parents sound fun. And, oddly enough, just like mine.
I emailed a guy in Wales about a paper I want to publish.His response?I am not able to answer your e-mail at present. I am back in the office on February 8, 2006.ThanksNid wyf yn medru ateb eich e-bost ar hyn o bryd. Byddaf yn ol yn y swyddfa Chwefror 8, 2006.Diolchisn't that nice!
It would be tough to write something that clever and honest in a play or novel ... brilliant!
Is this code for, like, sex-talk?
For a second there I thought she meant pie, like apple pie and chicken like roast chiken..then I thought she meant the ctual live birds..then I decided I don't know and...now I want a piece of pie....
Marriage is all about compromise. It's chicken pie weather.
I agree with Afe about the chicken pie. That's where I thought the conversation was headed, anyway...
So what exactly do your parents like to put IN their pie? Some hallucinogen, is my guess!
Somehow I always expected pie weather to be much more pleasant than a freezing cold and misty day. What kind of pie was your mom referring to, Chris? Like one of those frozen ones?
It was French Silk pie (a chocolate pie), that my wife and I had bought on our way home from watching a pro-wrestling pay-per-view at a friend's house.
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