I live about 40 miles from my girlfriend. We actually met in an AOL chatroom and just hit 7 years last month. Our fathers share a birthday, though in different years. One day, I got a call from a friend of my dad's. SHe asked who it was and I said Bob Smith (not his real name). SHe said her dad knows a Bob Smith too, and wondered if it could be the same one. I asked how many finger her Bob had. It was the same guy. He was friends with her dad for years, before moving down here, where he met my dad. My dad nad hers had seen eath other many times at gun shows, but never met until out second Chistmas.


She had a friend at the store where she works who got married to a guy who delivered to mine.

Last month we went to Idaho for a completely silly anniversary of Scratch lotto tickets and Jack in the Box burgers. One the way home we stopped in a little gas station and ran into another guy that delivered to my store.

Last weekend, we went to Wendover. (Like Las Vegas- the trailer park edition) and ran into a different guy I worked with.

My dad and I went to Mazatlan, Mexico about 15 years ago. One morning walking on the beach about dawn, he ran into a guy he worked with in Utah 10 years before.

Any time I turn on Star Trek after months or years of not seeing it, it's nearly always The Doomsday Machine.

Gilligan's Isalnd was alsways either, the giant spider or the satelite where they all ended up tarred and featherd.

Brady Bunch was the pork chops and apple sauce one.


And I had tried 6 times over the span of 3 years to see a Mr. Bean that WASN'T the picnic one. I seriously thought it was a 30 minute pilot that hit cult classic status.

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