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Monday, February 14, 2005
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Posted by: Danny at 12:48 AM
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So, I just saw a man (an old man, must have been more than sixty), running full speed, with a cane tucked under his arm, totally out of use. About twelve o'clock at night. One would think that he had just been mugged or something terrible.
Only two thoughts popped into my head, both immediately and at the same time.
Holy balls, that man stole someone's cane!
He found the fountain of youth!
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Comments:
Maybe he had just told someone they had a nice personality, but a great ass. You know all about the old and feeble and compliments like that, right? Right.
Posted by jes at 9:27 AM
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