tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54575136236491465532011-07-30T10:07:37.189-07:00ChewMousenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457513623649146553.post-35493544519783324752008-01-22T15:33:00.000-08:002011-07-16T22:48:30.930-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Second</span> water tower painting</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Busting into Mr. Collier's garage to see all the dead bodies</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Accidentally going to a funeral</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Telling the <i>truth</i> in Mrs. Rhoades' Sunday School class, 1969</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Teaching W.T.'s parrot to say the f-word</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Ordering 20 large cheese pizzas to be delivered to Mr. Lind<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Phone call to guy saying he's under house arrest so don't leave<br /><br />Having neighbor's 1969 Corvette towed to a shop in the Topeka ghetto<br /><br />Guppies in that chick's swimming pool<br /><br />Kirby saying he played the flute in a rock band<br /><br />Rolling and smoking pencil shavings<br /><br />Having a ton of sand delivered to the Nickerson's and saying just to dump it in the yard</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://chewmouse-listmaniac.blogspot.com/"><img style="width: 89px; height: 73px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z60/palacepuppy/Icons/mainindex.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><a href="http://listmania3.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z60/palacepuppy/Backgrounds%20I%20LIKE/thearrow.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><table><br /><tbody></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457513623649146553-3549354451978332475?l=listmania2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ChewMousenoreply@blogger.com0