AN OUTRAGEOUS WASTE OF TIME AND TYPE
We stopped and saw Scott on the way home. Well, I saw him; John actually got out and spoke to him. (Millie's helping me post these, Scott, and she just giggled and said, "That's a Dranger right there, Mom. That's a Dranger.")
Spun by Abigail on Thursday, August 17, 2006
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