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Sunday, November 30, 2003

Turkey day went well. Ate and drank myself into a coma and had some funny dinner conversation. E and I had dinner with the family of a local friend whose mother-in-law happens to be our landlady. She made one of those comments that you just don't expect from an elderly lady about the workers at the local Wal-Mart aka "Wally World." She said
300 pounds must be the limit.
I almost had wine coming out of my nose.

Friday had its own little adventure, trying to find a TV! Yes, we've been down here for months with no TV, and so E finally had the money to get one. We get it home after going literally from county to county and treated ourselves to kung fu movies and of course, Glengarry Glen Ross! As if we didn't quote that movie enough already...
How f**ked UP you are!
-Ricky Roma (Al Pacino)

Which brings us to Saturday's...
Inside Joke of the Day
Give me five more minutes of butt treatment!
-E

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