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They don't even bury people underground there. Wanna know why? Because New Orleans is BELOW sea level.
Well, you can just come rock me to sleep tonight while I'm having "buried in a watery grave in the Big Easy" nightmares. Jeez! Come back to the five and dime, Mr. Stoney!!!
I am back at work today, slightly pink-eyed but no worse for wear. I'm back on my WW (that'd be Weight Watchers, for those not in the know) and am slightly grumpy. Stupid slow metabolism. Did you know my husband eats like a wide receiver in the off season and still has the body of a 19-year-old swimmer? It's true. Pisses me off (and, okay, turns me on - but that's a different story.)
I just dropped the knowledge on Vinnie that OKC has a gay rodeo (she thought I was being funny for story purposes), and now the two of you are road tripping up here next May to go. Pencil it in. Memorial Day weekend. What? You have a husband and children and family stuff to do? La la la la - not listening!!!

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Oh yeah!! They have "Cities of the Dead" out in the big easy. Why do you think it's overrun with goths?? After a big rain, coffins would pop up out of the ground. Nice. Not even remotely freaky.

Just got a cell call from Mr. Stoney: he is on his way to the airport to sit until he can catch a flight. They are now evacuating the city. Jay-zus.

I'll tell my daughter that her 8th birthday is not as important as mommy watching gay men "take a holt" of them big ol' stout sumbitches. She'll understand. Love me some gay cowboys. Steers and Queers!!

And I'm glad your eye is better. O_~

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dusty273.livejournal.com

I hope Mr. Stoney listens to you, honey!

*huggles*

Mari

P.S. I have practically decided to set my fic in Galveston, Texas, do you know of a good online site for research?

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Run, Mr. Stoney! Run!
Oh, it's your daughter's birthday? Bring her along! Caza can take her to Frontier City to ride rides while you, Vinnie and I ogle the asses of Wrangler.

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Some local in NO said the following as they were evacuating the city:
"We don't know if were going to get a punch in the mouth or a kick in the knee. But we're going to get hit."

He's sitting in the airport right now.

I love that idea of Wrangler asses. Can I wear some Rocky Mountains so I can get a heart-shaped ass? BTW, I found out that I have free tickets to the State Fair (3rd week in October) for anyone that wants to come with me.... I have a spare room, too....

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Ooh! check out pics here: http://www.utmb.edu/galveston/
And here's one that has a little of everything: http://members.aol.com/USWebNews/

I saw Red hot Chili Peppers play on the beach in 1988 there. Surfing sucks, but people try to anyway. Look up The Strand! It's a hang out for beach combers.

ANd Mr. Stoney is at the airport looking into getting on a plane as soon as possible, thanks!!!
**kisses Mari and squeezes tight**

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After a big rain, coffins would pop up out of the ground. Nice. Not even remotely freaky.
Ok, well I thought it sounded cool, but then I am not the authority on cool, so eh :: shrug ::

And hey, your daughter doesn't have to know it's a gay rodeo, she could just have rodeo birthday fun. Plus, Gay Cowboys! :: pleads ::

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Wear your Rockies! I'm squeezing into my size 9 Cruel Girl jeans I bought a year ago to see George Strait. You and Vinnie will have to duct-tape down the wall of fat that will rise above the waistline. See the fun you could be missing?
I dropped the State Fair idea on Caza and he said as long as we could get the car serviced before then, okey dokey.

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little tear. on the cheek. Sue coming to Big D! There will be no duct tape. We'll put a tight bustier on you and make yer bubbies MASSIVE with displaced flab. Nice.

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She has to learn sometime, right? And is Caza is up for Fronteir City with the kids and Mr. Stoney, I think we have ourselves a plan.

Or we can push her birthday to some random day to make it more fun. For me.

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Or we can push her birthday to some random day to make it more fun. For me.

See, just mess with her day perception. Say the calendar says April 24th, well, you know it's the 24th, but tell her it's the 19th, begin marking all calendars accordingly, and you've gained (or lost, I'm not sure, really) 5 days. Gay Cowboy fun here you come!

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I'll tape your flab if you'll tape mine.

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Duct tape - check.
Beer - check.
Bustier - possible check.
Gay cowobys - priceless.

That made no sense, but I laughed.

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I'm glad he's coming back soon. And thanks for the links!

*more huggles*

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I laughed, too.

Film - check
Bustier- check
Size 10 ass in size 6 jeans - check
watching men "ride" steeds with good friends? - Priceless.

This is something I need to be a part of. I FEEL it in me bones.

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Beer bought in mine and Stoney's state, not yours!
Gotta go with Stoney on the bustier thing. Far less painful to remove than duct tape. Plus, killer boobs.

Ouch, hey, give me back my epidermis!!!

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I OWN those muthah fuckin' kids, yo. I tells them they ain't havin' no birfday, they ain't havin no birfday. Moms gots to do what moms gots ta do, yo.

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Oh, I meant you were bringing the beer, darlin'. I just realized I typo'd "cowboys" in my previous post (why my beta should follow me everywhere), but cowobys is even funnier...

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So, what you're saying is... Gay Cowboy Rodeo, T-minus 8 months?

:: carves it in stone ::

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I do follow you everywhere...
Don't turn around...

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The call is coming from INSIDE the house!!!!

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Straight up, yo. Right after you send 'em down to the Quick Mart for some menthols lights and a can of spray cheese, we'll get our asses to the fairgrounds. Don't worry about 'em wanderin' the streets of OKC on their own, we'll take their shoes and sends the dogs with 'em. They can break beer bottles in the parkin' lot while we're gone.

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Don't go letting the stone chips hit ya in the butt on the... What?

I'm thinking it's a definite maybe, and that's final.

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Okay, I just had 3 students come into my office to find out what was so funny. Goin' to lunch. Gonna get me a hard burrito and an Orange Crush. Talk at you biotches later.

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i KNOW you don't be thinkin I smoke them menthol muthah fucking LITES. I'm all about smoking the Cool ultra thins. And them kids is staying in the trunk of the car so I KNOW where they is.

Do it every day fo work, right right?

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