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Rachael had one of her college friends up for the weekend while Liz and I were out of town. When we got back this afternoon, Rachael matter-of-factly mentioned that they'd had a few more friends over yesterday and had wound up with a stripper's pole set up in the living room. I chuckled and the conversation moved on to other things.
Later, while putting away luggage, I found a large container leaning in the corner of the living room. It was a stripper pole set that was given to Rachael's friend as a belated birthday present!
So yeah, in Rocket Jones' living room were pretty teenage college girls doing some pole dancing. And I'm not posting pictures. Neener neener.
Posted by Ted at December 18, 2005 08:23 PM | TrackBackWell you can't be posting pictures since you weren't there either. Neener neenerto you!
Posted by: Blogeline at December 19, 2005 08:07 AMHooooo-boy. I'd have pretty much died right there if I'd been Rachael. And then, because my Dad is who he is, I'd never, ever have lived it down.
In fact, it would probably be relived annually as one of the Family Christmas Skits.
Posted by: liv at December 20, 2005 10:00 PM