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Arge could use a swift kick to the testimonials...
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Not a pleasant morning to say the least...
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Women are from Venus and men from Mars, and no...99.9999999% of us are clueless and don't have ESP or was that PMS???
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My father thought it was time to teach me how to drive one afternoon as we were heading home from the city. We were in a 1953 Chevy pick-up truck with no tailgate, and an oxygen and acetylene welding tanks in the back. He stopped on a hill and told me how to feather the clutch while holding the brake down while simultaneously stepping on the gas... I did all 3 actions, and much to my father's surprise, both welding tanks slid out of the back of the pick-up truck...
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So very true!!!
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Busted!!!!
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So much for coaching hockey, but some coursework may be beneficial...
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As my Great Aunt Helen used to say, you can pick your nose, but not your relative's nose...
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With Will's suspect tolerance for alcohol, what could possibly go wrong, right???
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Trouble ahead and trouble behind...I suspect there may be some fireworks at the BBQ
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I was fortunate to have a couple of great teachers...Great job, Will!!
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Where's the insulin???? Seriously, I am loving how these chapters are flowing, truly enjoyable reading!!
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Surprise!!! Gram's here, what kinds of trouble will she create?? The minor major needs to respect boundaries...
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Well, some new dynamics, let's see how all this plays out...
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Chapter 50 - The Date
drsawzall commented on Adam Andrews Johnson's story chapter in Chapter 50 - The Date
Humm, wildflowers and a mud bath...I'm in!! -
Chapter 49 - Organized Crime
drsawzall commented on Adam Andrews Johnson's story chapter in Chapter 49 - Organized Crime
No honor among thieves... -
Chapter 48 - Ithial
drsawzall commented on Adam Andrews Johnson's story chapter in Chapter 48 - Ithial
I'm still leery of Xylda, and what is the Duke's final goal??? -
I think what we all forget here is that Micah and I have had my doubts and continue to do so...But let's not forget Micah did what he had to do to survive the hellhole his life was. And find a way to put himself through college, stopping when he landed a job and could support himself. Killian is naturally upset and does need to process, and not be a dick about it... Now... Did Micah find a way to go to DC to kill Paul, and for what reasons...blackmail? Just saying!!!
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Hopefully, along with finding the 'many' nannies that attended to young Jack for their testimony, it may be just as helpful as the pictures... Somehow, stupid, idiotic, completely self-absorbed Nick holds the key to a quick ending to this whole saga. Whatever hesitation he has about taking these pictures of Jack without his knowing, he needs to get over it. Right now, Nick is his own worst enemy, and yes...he needs professional help ASAP. What truly surprises me is that it is fairly obvious Jack has never had a 'real' physical, and I am sure the school would have demanded as such...have the parents coerced medical malpractice in young Jack's life? Lastly, and let us not forget, Jack's testimony, if it should go so far, could be devastating..
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I believe it is a nobility acquired taste and how much rum makes it into and out of the fruit cake...bottoms up!! I toss raisins and if I am truly feeling frisky, dried cranberries in my banana bread... Oh lord, my doctor is going to hate you... @akascrubber I'm in the mood for a mincemeat pie... Oh yea...fantastic chapter, a lot of loose sparking wires out there, can't wait to see how it goes when they all connect...
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Oh my....
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Hatred in the end is all-consuming...
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Time for the 'other' uncle to find a new vocation far, far away... The boy raised his head from the water. “Yes, Uncle.” His gaze drifted to the mosaic-covered ceiling. “Why is Uncle Theodore so mean?” he asked softly. Constantine’s entire body tensed, hoping his brother hadn’t done something unforgivable. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low but urgent. Démétrios looked down into the water, his expression troubled. “Well, he keeps glaring at me and bumping into me in the hallways. He even told me some people might want to hurt me now that Father’s gone.”
