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Catching up with SPF

I am really behind. I have so much to say today. I am guessing their will be several posts. Well, let's get on with Self Portrait Friday.

This shirt is pretty darn old. I am guessing early eighties or late seventies. It is a t-shirt from a river outfitting company in New Braunfels. I do not want to say which one, because I do not want to promote their business in any way, shape, or form. Clint worked for the company when we met. The people who own this company are thieves. liars and cheaters. They did have a pretty cool shirt though.

This shirt is from 1981. It says Cancun Cantrell. I got this from one of my friends who is now 72 (I think). Pat is one of the nicest, kindest people I know. I miss and love her so much.

Now, who decided to play?
Erik
Toni (foxy babe)
A Military Mom
Stacy
WarCryGirl
Christie

If you played, let me know. Sorry I am so late.

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