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Post by werewolf on Apr 30, 2007 19:45:19 GMT -5
I hear banging at the door. I look out the window.
No one is there.
I try to leave for my room.
I soon hear kicking on my door.
I again look out the window.
No one, just the wind blowing leaves away.
I leave to my room for hours.
I hear my mom talking on the phone.
A few hours later I greet my sisters father at the front door.
Me and my sister play a game.
I hear the banging and kicking again.
Me and mom slowly walk towards the door.
We open it and see a Mexican lady with a cart.
She slides over closer holding something in her hands.
Then she says.......................
"Tamales?"
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Post by werewolf on Apr 30, 2007 19:45:36 GMT -5
True story.........
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Apr 30, 2007 19:47:28 GMT -5
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Post by SquirrelBoy on Apr 30, 2007 19:53:57 GMT -5
Oooooohhh....
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Post by kingskarl on May 1, 2007 18:47:30 GMT -5
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Post by werewolf on May 2, 2007 16:47:55 GMT -5
I'm scared of the tamale lady............
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Post by MightySage on Jul 19, 2007 20:56:22 GMT -5
I'm scared of your stupidity...
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