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December 7, 2005 :: :: Events

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I already have my gift for you picked out. It's in the trunk of Lundgren's car. As always, I will be bringing a special guest.
Mint.

i'll do a bit of a square dance, say some inappropriate things to an attractive young lady, and otherwise make a fool of myself before passing out in your honor, sir, on the 17th. cheers!

Is that guy in the poster doing some drunken monkey jiu-jitsu on you or what? Oh, could be dancing, I suppose.

Hi. Sorry, Paul, but I will be in Minneapolis doing Christmas with kids and grandkids, so I'll be missing your birthday. Hope this doesn't skew your demographic (a shortage of old hippies would surely have a negative impact on ANY gathering...). Hope you have a nice birthday anyway. Barrett, I've not yet had the pleasure, but any friend of Paul's is, well, a friend of Paul's. Later, dudes...be well.

Drunken monkey jiu-jitsu? Hell no -- that's Mr. Lundgren and he's giving me an Irish Whip.

Hippies of any age aren't allowed in West Duluth.

It may have been an Irish Whip, but it looks like he's trying to take a piece out of your ass!

Sorry boys. I won't be home until Tuesday. Lets get together and guaff a few.
The Pune Man

Mind your g's and q's, Pune Man.

An unintentional mistype on my part. Drunk typing without a spell checker..Pune

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