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Saturday, May 21, 2011

absolutely true story

The other night I had a bad dream that I married a really really short (like 4 ft tall)
dude with bad teeth, who barfed on me.

(no more snacks before bedtime, Averill)

My phone rang at 4 a.m. and I was all disoriented. 
When I checked the phone in the morning, I had a message that I had dialed 9-1-1.
“If this is a real emergency, please call back ...”
I dunno if it was an emergency.  I mean ... He did own his house.
;)

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