You know the problem with stories is that.....

Author: crabby

Date: October 11, 2005

by crabby
10-11-05
You know, now that we're in the Florida panhandle, I just realized that we have no idea where his grandmother lives.
You know, now that we're in the Florida panhandle, I just realized that the train we were on seemed an awful lot like a boat.
What are you trying to say?
I don't think we're in the Florida panhandle at all. I think we're in a Costa Rican diamond mine.
What makes you think that?
I dated a costa rican in grammar school and their farts are very distinctive.