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Don't even think about it, Gwen (left) and Lou (right) are just good
friends. Gwen is an up scale model. She can be seen in local and national magazines
showing off high fashion and blue collar attire. Gwen also has a large brain and works at
the lazy B (Boeing) as a trainer. |
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Lory (left), Eirien (middle), and Adam (right) aren't really talking. They
are merely staring into the void. They have had a bit to much to drink and are unable to
compose a clear and concise sentence. We found them later on standing exactly where you
see them. They had not moved for well over 4 hours. It took us 2 days to remove the
permanent foot prints engraved in our hard wood floor. |
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My wife Karen (left), our neighbors (in order left to right) Melody,
Steve, and their son Cameron. Steve looks tired because he just bought a tractor with
front digging bucket and rear hole digger. He spent all day Saturday playing with his new
toy. The rest of us just watched in admiration. Karen and Melody are wondering what the
hell makes men do such silly things. |
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After several hours of drinking John (left), Marylin (middle), and Lou
(right and yours truely) just hang out and discuss nothing. Way to many brain cells have
been sacrificed and thus preventing neurons from firing. After several minutes of useless
attempts at producing a meaningful, Lou finally spits out "Well, so when is the next
party?" |
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