She was coming to spend the weekend at the

She was coming to spend the weekend at the ski house we rented. I had heard all the stories about her exploits and was ready to try my luck. I was so nervous, what if she
was as good as they say? I'm a champion Uno player and I lord that knowledge over the inferior masses. But she scared me. What if she was a worthy competitor? I can't lose to her.
She's the school counselor. Tonight she called herself "Crazy Eights," and wore a Carrot Top mask, but I knew who it was my the missing knuckle. She played for keeps. I had an ace
in my back pocket and it was rigged with optical recognition film so that it would explode if it came in contact with a full house, her favorite hand. She smiled and pulled out a
harmonica and started doing Stevie Wonder impersonations. He all looked at her, appalled by her bad taste and lack of rhythm. Her enthusiasm was infectious, though as we
turned away from Whitney Houston as she belted out, "I Will Always Love You," Bobby Brown lay splayed on the floor prone
I need a Bodyguard he cried. He had hardly finished his words before Kevin Costner burst through the door. Let's go to
water world, he cried. We'll be safe there. No one ever comes to see it. And you can pee wherever you like.
The fact that Kevin Coster hangs around during the week shouldn't put you off. Much. It's truly like Mad Max, but with pee. What's not to like, he mused.
People who hate Cowboy TV aren't to like!

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RhettOracle Jan 28 2011 @ 06:38

It's time for a "round up" of this "western" person.

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