As I was looking for my keys, I heard these words flow from my mouth:

“Dang it. Where are my keys?”

And what was most surprising was that I sounded pretty much just like Hank from King of the Hill. Maybe I have been in Texas for too long.


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1 comments:

    Nancy Mon said...

    When I get my massage at the Nord I always want to do a Peggy Hill, Oh yea when she hits a tight spot on my shoulder.

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