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I don't think there's a better "we have to pull them in to read the article" headline than Midget Wrestlers Killed By Fake Prostitutes. How could you not want to read that?

I went to Karaoke last night. Let's emphasize that I didn't sing at Karaoke. I did have fun playing Randy at the beginning, then Paula as the drinks kept coming. It was a good time. There was a fella who was lurking around Mandy for awhile. Little creepy and when he got up to sing? He had the host wish his parents a happy 49th anniversary. They weren't even there. Um ok.

Also, I should stay away from the SoCo's for awhile. They went down way too easily. And the bill for 2 1/2 hours we were there was almost $100 (including tip). It was those 5 shots of pure joy that did us in. Yum.

Have a very safe and happy Fourth everyone!!!

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Mandy said…
haha this made me literally LOL :p and then i read it to cowboy who also giggled :)

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