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Hey, your barndoor is open. Oh, that is only something I should be concerned with.
Posted by: john finnegan Sr. | 23 October 2007 at 02:11 PM
Not if its Ed Gein's barn...
Posted by: jim Finnegan | 23 October 2007 at 02:19 PM
This is not a skin game.
Posted by: john R. Finnegan Sr | 23 October 2007 at 02:58 PM
Hey you two, cut it out with the penis jokes! What were you, raised in a barn?
Posted by: caraf | 24 October 2007 at 08:54 AM
No, but I once went aloft with my grandma Chase. But, Hay, I know when to quit.
Posted by: john finnegan Sr. | 24 October 2007 at 11:52 AM
Grandma Chase. Hayloft. Hey kids, let's jump! Don't worry, it's not scary! See, I'll show you myself how easy it is. Broken ankle. Injured grandma driving grandkids home, using clutch with broken ankle. Best family story *ever*.
Posted by: caraf | 24 October 2007 at 03:28 PM
What's inside it?
http://edgein.net
Posted by: Jim Buster | 26 January 2008 at 02:42 PM