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August 10, 2009

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lane

With all the stress and deadlines, and congressional foofah you deal with, I would hate to be the serial killing highway nomad who made you a target! (But as annoying as it is, I am always very pleased when my mother demands I call her before I pull into the garage, and talk to her as I walk in the house, lest there be dragons waiting in the dark.)

Katherine

I don't know about the cookies, but I think you need a bumper sticker that says "I've got a cell phone and a lot of anger." Fair warning, would-be troublemakers.

ardentdelerium

I like Smokehouse Sweeties. and I agree with Katherine about the bumper sticker. I need one, too!

cosmiccamper

How old is the camaro? You could be like Smokey and the Bandit, although that was a Transam... Close enough though!

Perhaps if you told your father all about all the side trips you wanted to take and people to see, he would worry about you less, and also not want to go.

I like cocoa bellies, or bacochocochip...

K

Smokehouse Sweeties. Definitely.

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