I ended up spending New Year's Eve in a nonsmoking motel in Newton, Kansas. So because I had to smoke outside, I kept getting trapped in conversations with another smoker who called himself 'Mike'. The next morning I saw him in the lobby area carrying a plastic bag full of blood-soaked towels. His girlfriend had stabbed him in the side and he didn't want to call the cops because she was pregnant -- yet he saved all the stained towels for 'evidence'. ?? I didn't stick around for explanations, and I hope this isn't a sign of what 2011 has in store.
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i can see why it would have taken you a few weeks to process those encounters. {shudder}
Good Grief! We read the Hutch News on line everyday...I swear I don't doubt a word of this.
So THAT'S how you train a guy to keep his fingers out of your purse. -Cin
Holy Moly! This is one of those events that you have to say to yourself, "This is going to be a crazy story later." (and indeed it was)
LOL! I wish I could draw better. But I've been studying art so we'll see!
I don't like when strangers restake the boundary of acquaintance. TMI from Mike.
LOL on you need a better hat.
xxooxxoo
How can anyone ever be a Dukes of Hazard expert?
Well, he did say she was going to kill him....
this reminds me of a train trip i took from kc to whitefish, montana. always wanted to write a one-act about "the smoking car."
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