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1. Son Of Guest
   Posted January 12, 2009 at 12:00 pm | Permalink
   Dad showed me pictures of how he met mom. At least she had the sense to drink a little olive oil first.

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2. Guest
   Posted January 12, 2009 at 2:37 pm | Permalink
   Son,

   Did I ever tell you the story of how you were conceived?

   Guest

   (trapped by Squid)

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3. Son Of Guest
   Posted January 12, 2009 at 3:23 pm | Permalink
   Nothing consistent. You change the damn story every time in the telling. I wish you would just stick to the Disneyland one, at least you didn’t over use the KY referrals.

   Son of Guest
   (Serious Inking)

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4. Spawn of Guest
   Posted February 19, 2009 at 3:32 am | Permalink
   Mom got pop drunk and sat in his lap as they drove cross country. I was conceived somewhere in Iowa.

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5. Cousin Guest
   Posted February 19, 2009 at 10:26 am | Permalink
   During or after the potato famine of 1978? I hear all the potatoes turned ink black as a result.

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