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While in New York City, my dad literally bumped into someone he worked with. They worked together in Wisconsin.
So the story is believable, my dad says that's the one time in his 77 years that happened. Last edited by drc; 11-26-2012 at 02:13 PM. |
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Back in 1978 I was filling up my car at a gas station in Denver when I noticed the guy next to me had a bumper sticker from the same school in Texas that I was attending. We talked for a little while, then I drove off. A few days later I got a knock at my dorm room on campus, and guess who my new roommate was?
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Tony, you just reminded me of a truly horrible joke. Have you heard the two riddles: 1st is about a man who loses a brick while trying to build a house. 2nd is about a cigar-smoker and an old lady with a poodle.
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No neither riddle rings a bell. |
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And this is the reason I don't play the lottery, my one in a million chance was wasted on a chance encounter 1,500 miles from home. ![]()
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