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Don't engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man.
And let's not forget dear Ol' Harv, who once he found Vera, was happy as a pig in slop, because Vera walking away looked like two pigs fighting in a burlap sack.
And to add a family favorite phrase from when one of my sons was about 7, in honor of the intense thunderstorms and hail we're having tonight: "Dad! There's golf balls the size of hell outside!"
Last edited by Taylor514ce; 05-01-2008 at 11:46 PM.
Reason: Once the people begin to reason, all is lost.
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