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Silky O and Abby Jo

This is me with Silky O'Sullivan in the middle of Beale Street - April 2007.
This cracks me up..of all the pictures I have, this is the 4th one in the 4th folder. How funny.
Oh, the girl in the pic is the one Rand worked with that had an affair with his other co-worker...needless to say, we are not friends anymore. I am not friends with home wreckers!

Why did I post this pic, you ask? Well...My friend Trish tagged us. Here is what we are suppose to do:
We have to post a picture from our 4th folder, and it is to be the 4th picture in that folder. Then we are to tag 3 other bloggers. I am tagging Amanda, Lindsey and Stacee.

Abby

Comments

Trish said…
I love it! See these are the kinds of pictures that should be the 4th picture in the 4th folder! Love it!
Jennifer said…
That picture is hilarious!
Unknown said…
hey girl! a friend of mine tagged me a couple weeks ago. my picture was the shore line in Destin from my vacation this summer. nice.... :)
also, i LOVE the birthday cake you got randall! so cute!!!!
Anonymous said…
Abby Jo,
Yo Daddy didn't know you had your picture made with Silky. Coach Ray and I were having lunch together a few weeks ago with Clifford Davis, A WHS legend from "back in the day", and Silky walked in and sat down and ate with us. Coach asked Silky if he was "still a gangster". Silky said he never was a gangster and Coach said, "Well, Sullivan, you could have fooled me...and about a half million other folks". Ha!
His last name is "Sullivan", by the way. O'Sullivan just sounds better for his businesses on Beale and Bourbon St. in New Orleans.

Love ya,
Y.D.

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