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"You guys are sure back early."
"Dad and I had to leave swimming real fast. They made us."
"Why?"
"Everyone had to leave because someone barfed the pool."
"Yuck."
"Yeah! And guess what, Mom. It wasn't me!"
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Ha ha ha ha. . . . . .
ReplyDeleteI have images of a barf-fest in my head now. Ew.
ReplyDeleteAlways a plus. When it isn't me.
ReplyDeleteHooray for it not being me!
ReplyDeleteI'm always glad when it wasn't me!
ReplyDeleteoooh, barf in a pool
ReplyDeleteewww.
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ReplyDeleteAlways give the good news last so the bad news doesn't sound so bad after all. Good job, Bob. :)
ReplyDeleteNice!
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