That night in question, Kenny, I was drinking at some pub on Union St. I want to say it was called Meenar's, but I fear it was something even more Irish. O'Meenar's or McMeenar's or Senor Meenar's. Whatever the place called itself didn't help much because I remember driving past the pub in question about a year later and finding it had closed.
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You are the bitter / I am the sweet
We'll line the clouds with silver tears
You are the griddle / I am the meat
I'm not sure why I felt like writing that, but there it is anyhow... you're a fun kid Ian, but I wish now could be heaven for you... *sad face* I'll repeat... you're a fun kid, Ian. We all love you... and if that isn't true, then at least I do.
Caroline
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I'm rubber and you're glue.
Crusted.
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hehe...
I'll give you all of my girl scout cookies...
i will... if you give up crunchy peanut butter
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