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Dames ain't nuthin' but trouble.

Can't live with e'm... Can't have 'em working for you.

Posted by jodi on 27 avril 2006 12h16 |

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I couldn't make it through it...how did it end?

Posted by: DrinkJack Author Profile Page | 28 avril 2006 18h25

now that is interesting! part of me finds it amusing, and part of me is really annoyed.

Posted by: river selkie | 29 avril 2006 22h31

I love stuff like this! Now, I want to know what happened. My guess is that Brad winds up mysteriously dead, with a mouth full of ball bearings.

Posted by: Chris | 1 mai 2006 6h10