Girls' Night Out

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My birthday weekend ROCKED. My friends and I got a police escort to the club downtown, FREE Rock Star parking (The trick here is to look helpless and lost. We actually WERE pretty helpless and lost - thank you, Officers Mike and Brian), and somewhere after 3:00 a.m. the Air Force bought us breakfast. I'm not so damn old. One guy on the dance floor (we'll call him Leather Man) INSISTED that I'm Paula Abdul. Holla, holla.

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Your Mom said:

And Shannon W. didn't think I could possibly be your Mother!??!?!? I think deep down inside you are more like me than even WE imagined!!!! :):):)

Moi* said:

Did I dance on the bar? Did I shoot out the lights? Did I kiss all the cowboys? Did I start any fights?

Your Mom said:

DID YOU???????????????????????????? ;) ;) ;)

El moi* said:

None o' your beeswax. No, MoTHER, ain't no cowboys at POLLY ESTHERS.

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