Nite Jim Bob.
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Apparently great minds think alike (your puters faster than mine)
10pm Saturday nite & ur PUI....dontcha think you should be doing someone, i mean something else?![]()
Well, I would... but since Brad is snoring like a freight train... well, I hate to wake the dead. It seems rude.
My aplogogies to Marcie. I thought she was in Illinois. I forgot about her love affair with Brett and the Packers. Since she and Mac always talks about the mounds of snow, I thought it was same state.![]()
Helllloooo People!
I am totally PUI and there is nobody here to play with.
Nite.
Where's Mac?
Shouldn't she be tucking us in by now???
I don't have an Uncle Jake.
I had an Uncle Gene.
But that doesn't rhyme.
So nevermind.
i'm a mile south of wisconsin.
it's all the same....
here i is............don't leave now.
pm me your phone number and i will crank call you for fun!
i'm gonna go to bed for awhile.
but if you want to be tucked in, here goes.
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the Lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake,
i leave the peanuts to
uncle jake.
i looked at your poem again jodie and that is how mine should have been.
must have got carried away and left out that bag of peanuts at my feet.
i blame jack for that.