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1. That Wiley ad on the right hand side of my peripheral view totally looks like a slot machine and makes me want to go to Vegas. Cards and beer, baby. Cards and beer.

2. Is anyone still in touch with T-Rex? I want to know how she is doing.

3. When I was like 3 or 4 years old, I was running around my grandparents house with Lincoln Logs in my mouth and tripped and fell. Lots of blood. Not fun. Bad parental supervision too.

4. “The best way to spread christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.” Buddy the Elf

[Anonymous]

Vegas!!!!!!!!

No parental neglect stories but a plane did crash into my back yard when I was 15 years old!

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Bec: 8/31/12
Aud: 8/1/12
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Far: 73

[Anonymous]

Haha, I guess I didn't really tell the story.

I was in my bedroom packing a suitcase to go on vacation when I heard a sputtering sound followed by a crashing sound, I looked out my bedroom window and saw a private jet had crashed in my backyard. Ran through the kitchen following my dad through the back door that led to the garage and grabbed a crowbar and fire extinguisher and took off running again. The plane crashed into a large tree (splitting it) flipped over and landed on its back. The engine was still running so my dad was afraid it was going blow up because he could smell gas–luckily, he was just finishing piloting lessons from a flight school so knew how to turn the thing off. We heard a man screaming but we couldn't get the door open, the entire plane was just too mangled. My dad left me there (with the hysterical, screaming man) to go and grab more tools that could get him into the plane. Have you ever tried to comfort someone when they are stuck upside down in a plane with the propeller under their arm nearly cutting it off? Not an easy thing to do! So back to the story, my dad got the tools, got in the plane and yanked the guy out. We thought that was it—nope. His unconscious wife was in the plane with him. We couldn't even see her at first and then we started pulling debris out of the way and found her—yikes, that wasn't a pretty imagine. She was way worse off than he was. I'll just say this…where your eyeball should be, wasn't on her.

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