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Saturday, May 12, 2007

Trailer park tipsies...

Two years later:
The place I live now isn't on wheels, that wine glass broke when my wine shelf fell off the wall, and my thumb ring up and broke one day...it is somewhere in mom and dad's yard.
Posted by Lynnett at 12:28 AM

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