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"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)
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THUD!! Okay, pick myself up off the floor. That was my jaw, btw.
BTW...I found that by typing the words "scaredy cat" into google images.
Hear me roar.
i suppose now, you expect THE party?
I think he owes us a little something for keeping the place warm.
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I had a little studder there.
"You owe me a little something."
That's not the first time I've heard that.
Okay...you owe Nanc something.
hey now!
i do have a new blog...and just regained control of it yesterday. well, only after mentally beating my blog partner up...the old verbal jab or six does wonders...that and he's crazy about me...i think i remind him of his mother!
welcome back?
Hey, John, you know we are just giving you a bad time. Why else would we stick around?
Could it be that we've missed you?
No problem, Kelly. You guys are great.
This:
"'You owe me a little something.'"
That's not the first time I've heard that."
...was a joke.
have you noticed that the more kelly and i hang around together the more we are now looking alike?
the hair!
the eyes!
the smile!
careful john...guys who hang with us...
i just love that little cat!
idint he cuwwwwwt?!
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