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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Earlier.

the best of all my days


Me:
 Curly Joe, get away from that cat food. What am I always telling you?
Curly Joe: "Watch out for Sammy"?
Me:: No...
Curly Joe: "There's no crying in baseball"?
Me: Nooooo...
Curly Joe: "I'm going to murder you if you don't spit that out right this very minute"?
Me: Got it in three! Now go downstairs before I kill you.



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