Where everybody knows your name ...
Adam, meet Abby. Abby, meet Adam.OH WAIT, YOU TWO ALREADY KNOW EACH OTHER!
I found this out last night when Abby IMd me saying I had freaked her out by posting a pic of the AS guys in my blog.
This once again proves that Memphis is the biggest small town ever. One million people, and you can't go anywhere without seeing somebody you know.
Which means that every time you walk out your door, you fear bumping into your ex or your therapist or the illegal aliens who mow your neighbor's lawn.
Or Prince Mongo. Or John Ford.
Or, in Abby's case, the guy on which you had your first crush. (He knows, doesn't he?)
/me ducks and runs
posted by Kate at 11:49 PM
Copyright 2001-2009, L.K.C.S. It's MINE, all MINE. If you wanna use it, gimme credit and a link, okies? And don't run with scissors, because you're just going to poke somebody's eye out with that thing. No, really. 
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lolz, he does now
cross your fingers and we might only have to run into john ford at the penal farm on visiting days.
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