I love GEORGE! because he laughs when I threaten to do this. Anyhow, I was at the airport today. At the airport there was a small child who answered to the name Harley. This child, Harley, who was ironically quite heavy set, had a serious staring problem. Somewhere in her rather short education, Harley was told that by staring at someone she could make friends. Harley stunk of french fries, I imagine because there were several crusted on her face and one was dissolving in her mouth. I did not care for her or her older sister who kept head butting me whenever Shrek 2 playing on her portable DVD player made her laugh. I was in no way encourage to reproduce any time soon.
I am in Utah. I think I like it here. Chuck received me with some kisses. This made me happy.
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