When Brenda and I attended my High School reunion, she noticed me staring at a woman seated a few tables away, drinking glass after glass of some alcoholic drink. She asked if I knew her. I told her, "That was my girlfriend from back in the day. I understand she started drinking the day we broke up and hasn't been sober since." She remarked, "That's amazing! How can anyone celebrate for that long?"


Two Replies to And Then the Fight Started...

Matthew Preston | September 17, 2021
Oh man, thanks for the laugh this morning!

Scott Hardie | September 22, 2021
That was good. :-)


Web Junkie

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Police Dogs

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It's 419, Do You Know Where Your Dealer Is?

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Brenda's Diet Diary

Dear Diet Diary, As a Christmas present this year, my daughter, Lauren (what a thoughtful darling), bought me a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in reasonable shape since being a high school cheerleader 40 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Juan Antonio (ooh what a name) who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. Go »