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Old 03-16-2006, 12:08 PM   #5
Uncle Matt
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Link I would not sit by the phone waiting for a call.

I just saw the story on the news. They think the fire may of started on the porch where people would smoke. That stinks man. The Thomas' and I would stop there, have a few cold ones and nacho's.

Penners was a place where even smelly, stinky fisherman felt at home. I already miss the Keno....

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