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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Where there's a smoker... there's a fire.

Remember that old lover I found a few months ago on Google?
You know, the one that said my middle of the night phone call that night "re-lit the pilot light in his basement?" Well I had no idea that furnace burned THIS hot.
Click to watch the video.
He is the guy firefighters refer to as "someone."
Sigh.

5 comments:

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Shut the ffffffffront door!

Yo. Yo. Oh. My. Yo.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Wow. Just wow.

just jamie said...

WHA'?

dkuroiwa said...

I'm sorry...WHAT the FRICK?!?! Oh...my...goodness.
So...it's pretty much a good thing that nothing ever really came of that relationship 30 years ago, huh? You'd be without clothes or a place to live right now.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Would you please post again? I'm tired of the fire story.

Don't your ex-husband, the PTA at our kids' school, and I give you something to work with? Anything? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?