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Thursday, December 08, 2005

More psychic proof.

Last night while eating with my Dad and my step-mom...

Dad: So, Henri at work he's got scales.

Step-mom: Scales? What's that?

Me: I think he means Shingles. But I don't know what they are.

Dad: Oh yeah, shingles, that's right.

Me: I am? shit.

posted by Annie | 9:14 AM

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