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“Hands off, Gramps.” LOL
You always invoke a range of emotions, love your articulate writing:) Thanks as always!
Hee. I love this story. It put a stupid grin on my face.
ha ha yay it’s back.
Loooove it. I want me some of that ice cream too 🙂
LMAO
“Hands off, Gramps”
Best line ever. Thanks for the completely awesome update.
Haha. Very cute! 🙂
Lindsay is just too easy. Unless you ask Cindy that is.
Jacobi’s questions were usually about as innocent as two-dollar prostitutes the day after Fleet Week. – HA!