tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post8388059304568501408..comments2023-10-01T05:53:43.041-04:00Comments on Gifts from a Broad: Formalwear for FishermenThe Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-32489667654848615002007-10-22T23:24:00.000-04:002007-10-22T23:24:00.000-04:00I love it when we come to Michigan to visit the fa...I love it when we come to Michigan to visit the family. Cletus is from there,, I'm native here... I love there... I hate here...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-42864495951383437672007-07-27T13:03:00.000-04:002007-07-27T13:03:00.000-04:00Haha!! Love it. So which one WAS he in? LOL.Remi...Haha!! Love it. So which one WAS he in? LOL.<BR/><BR/>Reminds me of that gameshow blooper on The Newlywed Gameshow where the question was, "Where is the most unusual place you've ever made whoopie?" <BR/><BR/>And the girl answered, "In the ass."Playtahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13033783049673806064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-15258434148909894242007-07-26T23:48:00.000-04:002007-07-26T23:48:00.000-04:00LOL...That is hi-LAR-ious. Kinda like the time tha...LOL...That is hi-LAR-ious. <BR/><BR/>Kinda like the time that I said to my friend who just found out that she was pregnant by her boyfriend:<BR/><BR/>"Well, at least she waited until she was married to have sex"<BR/><BR/>Didn't even connect the dots until both of my friends busted out laughing.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09995636108623685490noreply@blogger.com