Five months pregnant Myrtle walks in the front door with a couple bags of groceries. One bag tears and a bottle of ketchup and dozen eggs falls out. "Earl, can you put down the beer and get off the couch. I need help!" Earl staggers into the hallway entrance. "Itsh okay, dear. Woulda died anyway. Eyesh are too close together."
Saw your post. Nice. Denver too. Genesee area (just off 70) if ever up this way. Alternatively, do you have a membership at GGC? Whatever, you'll have a wonderful time in Africa. Enjoy.
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