"Everywhere like such as"

Thelma and I were watching the preliminary heats for the 100m dash last night when a runner from Palau false started. Thelma asked me where Palau is located. I couldn't come up with a better answer than "somewhere in the South Pacific."

Thankfully, I have Miss South Carolina 2007 to help me feel better about my geographical ineptitude.

I didn't have a map with me. That's why I didn't know.

Poor Miss South Carolina. Maybe the educational scholarships should be given out before the pageant to the people with the most need.

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