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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;vitry-le-francois, post: 96150, member: 100&quot;]I met my third girlfriend in a dumpster. </p><p><br /></p><p>True story.</p><p><br /></p><p>Back in the early 80&#039;s, I was in the Army and stationed in Texas. Every evening I would go for a run. My run would take me through a few fields and eventually past some strip malls. One of those strip malls had a fabric store. Sometimes I would see people dig through the dumpster of that fabric store looking for scraps. Evidently, you can get some good &quot;threads&quot; from those dumpsters!</p><p><br /></p><p>One particular morning as I was making my way behind the strip mall,&nbsp; I watched as a woman lost her balance and fell out of a dumpster that was behind the fabric store. After she hit the ground, she wasn&#039;t moving very well and looked like she might need some medical attention. She had a broken wrist and collar bone.&nbsp; I stayed with her at the hospital to make sure she was okay. She called me a few days later...</p><p><br /></p><p>To make a long story short, we dated for about a year. She dumped me because she couldn&#039;t deal with me being deployed to Central America for 90 days and returning home for 30 and then going back again for 90 days. </p><p><br /></p><p>I guess it was a good thing it ended. My mother wasn&#039;t really fond of her anyway.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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