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Geeezzze….somebody kick my butt! After researching (Google is my friend) I called Baton Rouge, LA to get a certified copy of the disposition from almost 29 years ago. I was asked to write them a letter concerning the matter and mail it to them with a money order for ONE DOLLAR.
Do you know that in 2004, I hired a private investigator to get that for me? Do you know that it cost me $500? I wish I would have known!!! OMG….I need my ass kicked!!!
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My printer is still not printing in black. So, back to the drawing board. I’m too disgusted to mess with it right now and we all know what happens to things that get my last nerve. They go away.
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I was driving on to work last night when I hit a two mile long stretch of incredible stench. I’m thinking somebody must have major issues in their barn.
Coming back down that road 4 hours later, there is that same stench. So bad it just about made me gag. It must be a huge amount of some really nasty mulch. Why else would it not have dissipated in 4 hours?
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Time to fill some capsules with Tumeric. I really wish that I could stomach it in a tea form, but I just can’t. If I had to drink it, I don’t think I would have lasted long. I probably would have stopped the treatment and by now I would have had to go to the doc to have that sucker lanced.
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I’ve got an appointment with a dermatologist this morning to take a look at this spot on my fore head that won’t go away. Wish me luck. I hope it’s something minor.
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