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Originally Posted by tubemonkey
Come join you on a lonely road???
I think not  |
Back when I first got married (to my first wife), we were driving to Arkansas to visit my parents. My parents came to my wedding, in Cincinnati, but this was the first time for her to visit Arkansas. They live up in the Ozark Mountains, where you pass through lonely hills on small highways that twist and turn arthritically into the night. There was no moon and the darkness was like a blanket laid across the land. The windows were up and the night was still and quiet. I casually remarked to my new wife that this would be a perfect place for a murder.
A few years later we both laughed at this, but she told me at the time that she wondered who she had married.