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Ralph s Indian accent, "Have soro-ing bo-yI don't want anyof chi-ps" He always has a large bag of tortilla chips with him

Ralph could be a serial killer It would be the perfect opportunity, a counselor in a group hoen tank cart, and is last to sit No seconds He sits and says, "It looks good," and crosses himself

Sonny, in her seventies, takes a bite ofabout her free painting class

She's not shaking Her face is asleep Her body drops Pat calls out, "Oh!" Dennis and I look at each other Then he stands up Nate is still choathers around, and Rich tells us not to touch her, and calls 911 Pat says, "Don't worry Sonny" We stare Diane takes everyone in the backyard The ambulance transports her unconscious She's lucky we're so close to University Hospital

Did Sonny have a stroke? It couldn't be the cake The box said, "Zero grara' in sredients: Water, broenated rapeseed oil? Those sneaky bastards It was the cake Read the word "hydrogenated" one more time

After dinner a bunch of us sneak out the bedroomand sit on the roof Rich would have a fit, if he caught us It's a ht sky is clean The stars are clear

Dennis looks like Hank Hill, a big dude with square crew cut "I was stationed in Gerarette His voice is deep too, but not as "You was in Gerles, "I was in Germany for three years, and I was married for a year and a half"

I say, "Cool Did you see any combat?"

Dennis says, "Dude, this was 1980" Chuckles "Peace tiot a light?"

Dennis iht person Three packs a day" His eyebrows go up and he laughs

Nate takes the first drag, then says, "Never ent"