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I snapped this photo of Molly, the Official Dog of the Self-Cleaning House, and Frances was amazed. "I've tried for YEARS, and I've NEVER been able to get a photo of her looking straight into the camera! Would you send me a copy of that photo?"
So I did. (All I did was point the camera & say, "Hey, Molly." But it's all in the wrist. Really.) |
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(Today I received a nice card from Frances: "Thank you so much for the lovely front exposure of Molly. So nice to see her face in a picture at last. I'm very glad you enjoyed the tour. Just now I'm working full time to send my SCH inventions to the grand new Women's Only Museum at Dallas Texas. They especially want the little house model.")
But back to the tour. Which, by the way, I expected would last maybe forty, forty-five minutes. We were at the Self-Cleaning House for three hours.
Max recounts: "At one point I caught an awful whiff of death, so thick and dank I almost gagged, my eyes started to water, I couldn’t see, I quickly realized the proximity of Molly’s ass and put 2 and 2 together (me dumb), I looked at Biggs and saw his face wrinkle up inI thought Whoppers were from Burger King. |
disgust, then looked at Tom and saw the same, man - it was AWFUL! I started giggling uncontrollably, tears were streaming down my face, Deuce loudly asked what my problem was, all I could do was wave my arms wildly, w/o missing a beat Frances asked Deuce
to pass her the match jar, they lit matches but it didn’t really help, I wanted to take a shower. When we couldn’t take it any longer we all stood up as indication to her that we were leaving, still she kept talking, luckily at this point Molly came to our defense and let another whopper, we bid adieu and headed to Burgerville for fish and chips."
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