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Sometimes the neighbor next door will wake me up at 3 a.m. to tell me her boyfriend’s name is “Oh Joe, Oh Joe, Oh Joe,” although this morning, I’m betting she just calls him plain ol’ Joe.
September 1, 2007 at 10:54 AM ::
Perhaps “Joe” is the name of her god?
Joan of Argghh! on 09/01/07 at 11:32 AM ::
After having given it some thought in the daylight, I now can’t be sure just what I heard. Maybe I was snoring and I was the one who woke her up, and what I actually heard was “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!”
Keith on 09/01/07 at 02:52 PM ::