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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"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
That stinks man. The Thomas' and I would stop there, have a few cold ones and nacho's. 
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