There used to be days when there was nothing better than a pack of Camel Lights and a trip to the mall with my college girlfriends. Wired on strong coffee and ciggies, we rolled with the windows down singing ABBA at the top of our lungs. We were wild chicks!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Shout Out to My GR Home Girl
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ABBA!??!?!?!
I love ABBA!
"shout out to my GR home girl"????? Have you ever in your entire life said those words? I think not. *snort*
I do love me some ABBA though.
It's called poetic license, Lu. Last I checked, this is the land of truths, half truths and fabulous stories with generous sprinkles of embellishment.
I'm afraid that I'll need to see your license ma'am.
Thanks for the ABBA. Too bad they're Swedes.
CP
It is unfortunate, isn't it, CP.
Freaking Norwegians think you're SO cool. Nothing but a bunch of damn herring eaters.
Fjord you!
Did someone say *Norwegians*?!
Well, as my grandpa used to sing to me, "a tousand Svedes ran tru da veeds, chasin' one Norvegian...."
They weren't Camel Lights. They were Camel Dung, featuring a subliminal picture of a man with an extended peenie . One was enough to kill your appetite for three punches of the meal card. Supermodels need to know.
Thanks for the shoutout, Woodland Mall-Rat!
Newsflash, the food in the Calvin cafeteria is what killed my appetite. I think I only ate at the coffee shop and out of vending machines when I lived on campus.
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