Miss. Hicks
Holy fucking skechadelicness Batman... so today as I sit down at work to open up my Shift, my cell-a-ma-phone starts belting out Sandstorm. Not recognizing the Number I answer... "Hello?" And who should reply but "Hi, Can I speak with Dennis please?" heh heh Good thing I remembered what to do. Annyhoo, all in all I threw in that we might go Mini-Golfing as there is a nice place just outside Vic to do so. Your Pop even offered to lend us some Camping stuff. He'll drop you off at "my House" around 11ish. Now, who was it that you Love? :p
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