<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Better hold on to that Flamingo the Texas Boomers had a roast last fall and Madame Boomer ( Sandy) is looking for replacements. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">You'll think you've died and gone to flamingo heaven.
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<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Madame Boomer will love your pink chicken to death. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>
Thanks for the invites,
but with that kinda talk, I feel like I would be jumpin right into somebodies fryin pan.
Those words like died, flamingo heaven, death,
they just make my knees get weak, I get cold chills,,, I think I better go get a margarita and hide for a while.
I will try to make a rally, maybe come incognito, you know, dressed as something else.
Your Friend (I hope)
Freddy Flamingo