I had contact from Wayne today.
Be afraid.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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My dog.
11 comments:
But, was it a neat postcard?
It was an email. Numerous emails.
He might still be retarded.
Who the heck is "Wayne?"
Wayne and all is glory will be slowly revealed.
First Clue:
He used to live in the same apartment complex with me back in the 1970s.
(A blog posted on July 18th was written about him.)
If you kill me they'll just send 008.
Wayne!
Numerous e-mails from Wayne???
Maybe he just wants to move in with you or something...I wouldn't be concerned.
Into every life, some Wayne must fall.
But, ducking is always an option.
I want my Mommy!!!
But ain't Hoagy peelin' Dwayne's tomatoes?
Where is he?
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