On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I had Just woke up to feed my cats. My boyfriend and I had been lying there spooning for a good two hours. I had gotten up to make us some western omelettes and biscuits. He came running into the kitchen, then in my arse, and told me to scurry into the living room to see the new. I was completely shock. I fell into his arms in tears. We did it right there on the couch and the eggs burnt. lmfao!!! Was this edited by someone??!  I improved it over the 8 paragraphs he had.
And, to be fair, one of my favorite friends there is blind and I take every opportunity available to make fun of that and we're still friends. That guy never fit there. He never got the spirit of the RKMBs. We're gonna keep an eye on the obits, see if he finally left or if he really did have a heart attack.
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