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When girls drink too much
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kathydwells
Darlene is my middle name, not my nickname
Cheering472 said:Yep, he'd give me grief for sure. Hope he learns tolerance at the seminary
Until then sshhhh, let him go on thinking mom is wonderful ;-)
OHHHHH, I am telling!!!! Just kidding.
RiverOtter
got any pics?
Here's another :funn:
scrltbegonya
Beach Fanatic
Wow. I thought I had nites, but...WOW.
DD
SoWal Expert
Ok..I guess I know y'all well enough to tell this story- 
Many years ago, I was going on my second date with my now ex-husband. I just thought he was wonderful when he brought me a bottle of champagne-I failed to realize that he hadn't meant for me to drink the entire bottle within minutes. Anyway, we went to a party that was attended by many people I worked with including my boss and my mom. So, I had a few more drinks there. At some point, I decided I should go home because I wasn't feeling too well. So, we get in the car and get on Central Expressway (Miss Kitty will know it well). He drove this big ole Buick (the pimpmobile) that had only two doors. Once we started going real fast, I felt the need to
so I asked him to pull over-the interior was white. So here we are on the side of the expressway with cars rushing by at 70 mph and when I opened the door, which weighed A TON, it just sort of sucked me right on out onto the side of the road! Not one bit of white upholstry was harmed and I'll be danged if he didn't marry me anyway. 
(Reasons for the divorce had nothing to do with this adventure.)
Many years ago, I was going on my second date with my now ex-husband. I just thought he was wonderful when he brought me a bottle of champagne-I failed to realize that he hadn't meant for me to drink the entire bottle within minutes. Anyway, we went to a party that was attended by many people I worked with including my boss and my mom. So, I had a few more drinks there. At some point, I decided I should go home because I wasn't feeling too well. So, we get in the car and get on Central Expressway (Miss Kitty will know it well). He drove this big ole Buick (the pimpmobile) that had only two doors. Once we started going real fast, I felt the need to
so I asked him to pull over-the interior was white. So here we are on the side of the expressway with cars rushing by at 70 mph and when I opened the door, which weighed A TON, it just sort of sucked me right on out onto the side of the road! Not one bit of white upholstry was harmed and I'll be danged if he didn't marry me anyway. (Reasons for the divorce had nothing to do with this adventure.)
that looks like whiteyfunn!!!!!!!