Last night I had dinner at TJ's. No big surprise, I have dinner at TJ's (closed on Sundays) practically every other night if I'm in West Plains. It's the only decent restaurant for miles around, and I mean many miles, like maybe 50. The T of TJ's stands for Tootie, and one night I was there she was dining in her own place with her girls Terri, Cris, Linda, Teresa and Darlene. To me, they all just looked like fun and a swirl of blond hair. They let Randy pick up the check.
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