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Arnett is the name of our family. ASS is the acronym for the malady called Arnett Self-Assured Syndrome, of which there is no known cure.
About Me
- The Biggest A.S.S Of All
- My I.Q. is higher than yours.
Arnett Self-Assured Syndrome. Sorted By Size of A.S.S.
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May
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- HOME AND HAMBURG...MISSIONS AND MEMORIES
- Sharing The Same Bathwater
- Athletic Asses
- Basking, Boating and Buffoonery
- Meet My Starter Wife
- Howard and "Howardisms"
- Get Notified
- I'm The Most Normal Guy I Know!
- The Seven Cities of Cibola
- This Guy Started It All
- Let Them Speak
- I Have No Comment...
- You'll Find Your A.S.S. In Your Genes
- The Christmas Spirit in Blythe
- Candy
- Jeff
- cliff
- Larry
- HB
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2 comments:
FYI,
The reason I have a brown paper sack with me while in my parents bed is due to my ownership issues. The night before was the ward Christmas party and 'Santa' gave out these really great sacks filled with candy. I slept with mine as I feared my brothers would steal it.
I'd just like to say...cockadoodledoo. All around the kitchen cocka doodle doo. The music was worth watching the videos. I must say, H.B. your choice of music is outstanding.
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