The other day I'm out cleaning the bike when a group of people, maybe a half a dozen or so, walk by on their way to the beach. One of the women sees the license plate and asked how I got the bike here from Hawaii. Told her the pontoon story but this one seemed smart enough to not believe it. She told me she would love to go to Hawaii, and I said, "I've got room on the back seat and your welcome to come with me." Some guy at the end of the group pops up and says, "Here, let me give you some gas money." "Whose that?" "My husband", she replies.
Friday, July 20, 2007
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The other day I'm out cleaning the bike when a group of people, maybe a half a dozen or so, walk by on their way to the beach. One of the women sees the license plate and asked how I got the bike here from Hawaii. Told her the pontoon story but this one seemed smart enough to not believe it. She told me she would love to go to Hawaii, and I said, "I've got room on the back seat and your welcome to come with me." Some guy at the end of the group pops up and says, "Here, let me give you some gas money." "Whose that?" "My husband", she replies.
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