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March 28, 2007

Michele: Near Miss

"WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?" the redhead screeched.
“Well, the ride had some lag time."
'WHAT THE HELL IS LAG TIME?"
"1812 was supposed to meet 2007 at the end. But there was a lag. 2007 wasn't there."
"YOU PUT HIM IN SOME OTHER YEAR?"
"Basically."
"I DEMAND COMPENSATION! I'M SUING!"
"He signed a waiver."
"I DON'T CARE, I'LL FIND A LAWYER WHO’LL RAPE YOU!"
She walked out.
Pat pulled a check from his pocket. Stared. $1,000,000.00. Who could blame him?
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Somewhere in 2001, a man smiled as he passed by the redhead at the bar instead of hitting on her.

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Comments

Hooray for time travel!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at March 29, 2007 12:03 AM · Permalink