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You never know when you are going to have a really really bad baby.
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I’ve known a few candidates for this residence…
…thinking I was probably a candidate for one…
I can’t imagine you being a jailbird baby. From the family pictures I’ve seen I would think you were a perfect son.
I know, what mark, were you just too cute and knowledgeable about cars to deal with!?!!?
I think this is one of those “you’ll thank us for it later” type things?
I just asked too many questions, and apparently didn’t filter my comments enough for the group.
Did you ever say something when you were a kid, and as you were saying it, you realized that it had a deeper, more profound meaning than what you thought when you first opened your mouth?
Go back to about 1968. My parents were probably 2-3 years from finally splitting up, but the cold irish silence ruled the day, they rarely spoke. My sisters were grown, and I was left to stroll around on the eggshells for family events. So they took me to a wedding, and it was nice, very proper, the presbyterian type. After the wedding, not a word between them, we got into Dad’s Galaxie to go home. As they were lighting up, from the back seat I remembered in the past seeing writing on newlywed’s vehicles, so in an effort to break the ice and act like I knew something, I said “hot springs tonight!” They stole a glance at each other, each took a drag off there viceroys, and didn’t say a word.
Such a 60′s scenario…
wow yeah, and the cold irish silence…sent a chill of familiarity up my spine…ya know, this sounds like a play you need to write….