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Many years ago the ex and I were in a stupid argument about something that was so pointless, I cannot recall. The ex has had enough, and has decided that she's going to spend the night at her friend Debbie's house, as punishment for me naturally.
Ex: (grabbing her keys and heading for the kitchen door, point her finger at me) You'll be lucky if I come home tonight.
Me: (not missing a slow pitch down the middle) I'll be lucky if you don't.
There was nothing for her to do after that except carry out her threat and give me some peace and quiet for the evening.
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Ken Justice
1985 Carrera (Ruby II)
1973.5 911T CIS (Ruby, gone but not forgotten)
2004 Buell Lightning (aka Elbow-Crusher, crashed)
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