CalifChick
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Joined: 10/28/2007 From: California Status: offline
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All this talk of flamingoes reminds me of The Great Flamingo Caper of 1988 (I'm fuzzy on the year, but I think that was it). Some friends had a flamingo in their front yard, ONLY because it pissed off the neighbors. Other than that item, their yard was worthy of a magazine spread. When the woman's birthday rolled around, we "kidnapped" the flamingo and took polaroids of it in various situations. She got the first picture of the flamingo with a blindfold on, holding a ransom note that said, "Mommy help me!". We dropped off pics and ransom notes at various times over a week or so. We had to let her husband in on it, because we needed his help. On a Saturday night, she had to go to a phone booth and wait for a call (small town, you could actually call payphones there). The guy making the call to her was around the corner at another phone booth, in a hat and raincoat getup (think bad detective movie). We sent her to about 6 phone booths around this small town, each time telling her where to go for the next call (and at each stop, we made sure she saw at least one person in a raincoat and hat). It ended at a restaurant, and she walked in to about 15 or so of us sitting at a big table, and we were all wearing the bad detective raincoat and hat. The flamingo was in a chair at the head of the table, wearing his own raincoat and hat (we found them at a doll shop). Cali
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AKA "The Undisputed Goddess of Sarcasm", "Big Bad Cali" and "Yum Bum". Advisor to the Subbie Mafia, founding member of the W.A.C. and the Judgmental Bitches Brigade, member of the Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's and Team Troll
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