there at the the base of the hotel road where the adams' lived and the adams' sold out to a deal left out in the cold the ghosts of the bar and the stories told were just like yours filled with holes
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Dawg.
Holler.
Sun. Tomorrow?
It's a new year - we have a heavy burden. I have budget and time and we need a locale for the Spring surfing epic? You pick - I will follow?
More time together in '09. That's what I say.
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Posted by: dave kingsbury | January 04, 2009 at 07:37 PM