I struck up a conversation with the guy that hands out the pre-screening tickets at a local theather, which if you've never done you should try to check out. Anyway, within seconds of opening the conversation he pulled out his cell phone and said, "call me." I said, "Okay."
So, I called him and his phone rang ... it was a turn-table scratch. Apparently the guy played the tables and had a different scratch for every person in his phone book (I got the generic scratch, though). I told him he ought to market the whole thing ... 'cause it was all just too classic.
Point? Find out something fun and facinating today; talk to someone you don't know.
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Today I talked to someone who used to pretend to sneeze on children at camp and throw pre-loaded manufactured goo at them.
That is an interesting thought he has there. I just came to check out the web page. Hope all is going well for you in Pasedina. Later bro.
cory ... thank you for that ...
no strangers in this world, just friedns you havent met.
camp cosby motto
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