Joyce: Are you hugging Andy's dog?
Bob: She's leaning on me and I'm petting her.
Joyce: I saw you; you were hugging the dog! I am so jealous!
Bob: There's no need to be jealous, dear. C'mon -- group hug!
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
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