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Last Night at a Cook Out at Someone Else’s House“Hey baby, do you think your neighbors would notice if there was a dog in their dog pen?” “Probably, why?” “No reason.” “Are you trying to get me to own a dog?” “Maybe.” “That’s too much responsibility. I’d rather knock you up and make you marry me than own a dog.” “You do that, then you’ll have to buy me a dog.” Related posts:1 comment to Last Night at a Cook Out at Someone Else’s House |
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awww……of course, when I read it, I imagined a deep southern drawl and the cookout being in a trailer park. Then it made me laugh that there was mention of knocking you up.
*cackle*
sorry….I was watching Talladega Nights the other day and the meds haven’t cleared up the crazy yet.