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Monday, June 4, 2007
Scott Calls Dad For Resturant
This was just too, too funny. Like a game of telephone, Scott relaying the
pronunciation
of his
father's non-
existent
German and adding his own Spanish accent before telling me. In the end we just spelled everything.
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