It's all Connie's FAULT!!!
I'm sitting here at work. The office is totally empty. I am utterly alone. I am bored to tears. I decide to surf through recent postings. There's Connie, talking about HUGE (I'm jealous!) sagging tata's and hairy ass infections. I blow coffee through my nose and down my pink sweater. Not pretty. I'm sitting here, remember all alone, laughing my hiney off, and a customer walks through the door. I'm laughing so hard I can't ask "How can I help you?" or say literally anything for like a minute. I was blessed that it was someone that knew of my surgery and some of the problems that I've had. When I could I explained and she laughed too. But anyhow, there I was discussing Connie's ass and boobs and realized that even THAT was funnny and the laughing took off again just in time for a man to walk through the door.... I was laughing my dern fool head off and it's all Connie's fault!
Thanks Connie for the laughs... Erma should have known you in life!
L&H Gayle 
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