Shhhh. It's Sunday.

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Here's your tip.
If you're in a boxing match, try not to let the other guy's glove touch your lips. because you don't know where that glove has been.

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Danielle said…
I have no idea what just happen.

unstess

I meant to not write 'happened' up there. Unstess you think I didn't mean to.
December 20, 2009 at 6:17 PM
Mandy said…
Um........ I have no words.
December 20, 2009 at 9:47 PM
Unknown said…
ok, I see the "Big Boy" restaurant plate off the side and all the change on the table is apparently the waiters tip, but I am not too sure what happened to the pen that you were suppose to write with when paying the bill...look like maybe just maybe that marshmellow and some gummy drops and other candy got caught some how in a food fight? and I close? Good job ERMA! do I win?
December 21, 2009 at 3:06 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
And you don't know what came out of his mouth either...that is the real question.
December 21, 2009 at 4:51 PM
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