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ok you guys its snowing but the news just announced waffle house

ok you guys its snowing but the news just announced waffle house is open so you can go get your hot coffee and a waffle...as long as you have a snow plow

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His Princess* 1 decade ago

Yep :)

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heartofstones 1 decade ago

Wait where do u live? In Georgia?

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posted January 28, 2014 at 3:56pm UTC tagged with funny, snow, wafflehouse

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we were riding down the road on the way to school today and I looked at the license plate of the car beside me and it said PMS 8434, I started laughing then my sister said a man was driving which made me laugh harder, poor guy
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