tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49706561409079162832012-02-22T08:43:16.865-08:00The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-77205806824385998942012-02-21T04:17:00.000-08:002012-02-21T04:17:15.654-08:00

THEYGAVETHEQUEENACOLD!SOMEONEWILLNEED TOPAYFORTHIS!THATISALLFORNOW!  PS. someone drop ship more drugs! TAKE ME HOME! The Queen signing off Sound off Bitches

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This has been a bad week for stupid teenagers.  People if you are not giving them good work ethics at home, please do not turn them loose on the hard working public.  It's not fair to anyone!  It's not fair to your teenager who has no idea that sitting on their ass and texting for the entire shift, is wrong.  It's not fair to anyone that has to work twice as hard to get the work done, because

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It's not going to be prettyLazy teenagers that think the world owes them.. pisses me offit will be a rantif you are a lazy teenagerplease don't plan on readingif you own a lazy teenagerdon't plan on readingYOU HAVE BEEN FREAKING WARNED!I have one more long day this weektomorrowthenthere will be a rant!    TAKE ME HOME! The Queen signing off Sound off Bitches

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Any of you that have read me for a long time, know all about the butt cracks I walked away from family. You've laughed, you've cried, and you've screamed WTF? with me..      CLICK THAT AND VOTE YOU ASSHATS!----------> Well, we get a little story today about the family stupidity gene and how, despite all our efforts, it slipped through the cracks. Most of you know that I have three brothers.

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As you know, I worked at a school in another life.  I could never really talk about it because of the whole "if you tell what an ass my kid is I'll get you fired!"  shit..  well.. nothing holding me back now..is there dumbasses.. Let's start with Diane the Drama Queen.  Diane came into this school a Drama Queen..  Best I can tell from the stories I heard, she earned that title from her Mother. 

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All the hookers have been carrying on about their men, how great they are, what assholes they are, how funny they are, and all I get to talk about is how dead he is...   Not so much fun..  So, I've decided to go on a man hunt...  Oh don't get your panties in a wad.. I have batteries.. it's not that kind of a man hunt.. I am going to go torment them.  I plan on losing twenty pounds, revamp the

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Well, not exactly "city life"  it's more like "apartment life"! What happens when you take a Country Girl, and toss her in an apartment?  BLOG FODDER  that's what happens.. I live in a little complex where there are four apartments.  It was the perfect set-up when I moved in.  The back apartment had a man about my age, who would sit on the back deck and smoke a ciggie with me now and then. 

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Yea, appears no one is reading so I guess I can say anything I want.  Since it's the weekend, I plan on drinking a little.  That's why this post will be staring at you few poor slobs that ARE reading me, for the entire weekend.. It's very lonely at the top!  And,, the worst part is people can look up my skirt from down there... oh wait.. that was NOT the worst part.. the worst part is.. I'M NOT

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 I know a lot of women have been bitching that their husbands have become couch potatoes in their old age.  I say burn the couch, but they seem to be very attached to their couches.  One lady didn't really understand the concept and bitched that burning ass hair, stunk up her house..  dumb ass.. take him off the couch first.. jeeez anyway.. since so many do not want to burn their furniture, I

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 IN CASE YOU MISSED THE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT ON THE WHOLE PURPLE CRAP.. READ THIS FIRST Some of my friends seem to be having a little problem keeping their men home and happy. I've done several articles on this subject. Since many of you are new to my blog, I guess I will update it. I have a new theory on how to handle your men. As you know, I now keep my man in a jar. It wasn't that he

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My blog was starting to be what someone else wanted.. Which meant in order for me to function as a blogger, they had to function. THEY ARE FREAKING HOOKERS.. they don't function well sometimes.. it's all the brownies.. Anywhogivesaflyingfuck... I've gone retro.. if you have followed me from the beginning, you remember this layout.. and you know what is coming... that's right folks.. the I

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In all the chaos of getting ready to go to Oklahoma, we forgot the Dutchess birthday.  That's right, we totally asshat spaced it off.  She is not pleased with us.  Last we heard she had locked herself in the bathroom with a pan of brownies, a box of wine, and her electric hairdryer! While we had a little electrical brownout last night, we never totally lost the juice in the kingdom so we are

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Since we are going hunting a poodle factory in Oklahoma.  You need to get to know poodles.. so I've picked up a few for you to take home and get to know! THIS ONE BELONGS TO THE QUEEN.. CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO POODLES WE ARE The Queen signing off Sound off Bitches

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 Dutchess, Sister Wife and myelf went shopping yesterday for vans for our trip to Oklahoma..  We haven't made any purchases yet, because the girls normally like to look things over before the Elder Drunks make a decision.. here are some of the Vans we looked at for our little trip! DUTCHESS AND THE BARTENDER ARE PRETTY TIGHT THESE DAYS. HAS TO DO WITH WHO CONTROLS THE BOOZE WE LOOKED AT

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WEll, I finally got brave enough to go up in the chopper with Willie and Clyde.  Clyde was at the controls and Willie was reading the maps.  This should be freaking good. First we flew over the Vet's new Kingdom of Oz.  We didn't see a lot of building going on but there seemed to  be a huge ass fire going and there was a big pot sitting on it.  I'm assuming she is ready to mix up a tasty Mommy

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First of all, WTF?   You left this in the tabs section of my blog.. were you drinking? That's not how it works.. You are fucking lucking I found it, or no way could I have answered you.. HERE'S WHAT YOU WROTE! mom has left a new comment on your post Bill and I, your sister, your 2 brothers helped you out when you were abandoned by your husband and your in-laws. We sold expensive items that we

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 Being an animal lover, I have no use for puppy mills.  I think they are cruel.  This is coming from a woman who will raise a cattle, and kill them for food.  I'm not a PETA person, I'm a human who believes dogs are people too.  Dogs should be a part of your life and a very big part of your family.  If you keep dogs, simply to turn a buck, you are doing your clients wrong, your dogs wrong, and

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All bloggers, blog for a reason.  They may think they know everything about a subject and they want to share.  They may think they have the most wonderful kids in the world, and want to rub it in your face that your little booger licker doesn't measure up.  They may want to share the fact that they proudly own a booger licker and want to show you that your kid is in no way headed down a wrong

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WEll, after being locked up in Detox for a week, I've come to the conclusion these bitches have no work ethic what so ever.  No one broke me out of detox.. I had to do it myself.. with the help of my fearless driver Clyde, my life time buddy Willie, and the Royal Dog. Once I was back in the Kingdom and saw that they had done nothing while I was gone I decided there needed to be something done

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While some were going about running their Kingdoms, I was stuck in freakin Detox.  I was OK with it until they started feeding me outdated jello.  I'll tolerate a lot of stuff, but outdated jello is not one of them.  I learned to make wine out of the plastic silverware we had to use.  Even that mixed in the jello to make shots, could not make that food good! Royal Dog was missing me something

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 Hi guys, Clyde here. I thought I would update you on the goings on with the Queen.  She's in DetoX!  That's right, the old bitch is in a rubber room right now.  Here is the story.. They threw a huge party to celebrate getting Oz in their holdings.  It's my job to drive the bitch to this stuff but she was having one of her MOMENTS and basically told me to Fu#$ myself, she could still drive. 

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Well, if you were reading yesterday, you know that Oz was kinda up for grabs.  We Grabbed it.  That's right hookers, we got it for our very own Princess Vet. It wasn't easy.  First, Dutchess took a pan of magic brownies to the county board meeting.  While she was there talking to them about all that had gone on in Oz the last few years and how it reflected poorly on the community, she had a

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While we were away on our wonderful cruise, it appears skanks tried to take over our street corners.  Our girls were not happy when they got back. As Dutchess and I were busy unpacking and stashing the goods we had smuggled back into the kingdom, The Royal Sister Wife was busy dealing with a pack of pissed off high dollar hookers. Seems they wandered down to their favorite street corner and

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 Some of you may or may not know I am an old woman.  Lots of things go bad when you get older.  Your teeth go bad, your hair falls out, your bladder betrays you and your eyes fail. All I can say is if I had known I would live this long, I would have treated my body better.  Anywho, my biggest thing is my eyes.  As I age, they get worse.  They are suddenly allergic to just about everything there

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As we make the final preparations for tonight's party, it's time to reflect. When I first started blogging I was THE OLD WOMAN THAT LIVED IN A SHOE!  That seems like a life time ago.  It was a time when I begged for followers, cried about no comments and in general, worked at being accepted by the big kids. Then, the King got sick and I started running the ranch on my own.  It was at that

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The Girls honored me last night by throwing a big party on the ship.  I wasn't going to go since it was all formal and they all had escorts and I didn't.  You know since the King died, I pretty much stay in my head where I belong.  Last night the girls even provided me with an escort.  They choppered in my favorite guy! Oh right then I knew the party was on! As the night went on, I started

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 Just Friday and Saturday, and we're flying home.  I'm more than ready.  I have no idea what our Dame has done to my castle.  Forgot the bitch had a key. So, New Years Eve.. we are throwing a party here on the ship.   I tried to figure out how to make it so you don't have to join in order to be in our chat room, but, FAIL.. so .. if you want to party with the hookers, you are going to have to be

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The captain was a little short with me when he came pounding on my cabin door today.  He was all in a huff because of what he had found lying around the ship.  Now, I agree, it's a little gross, but still. HE DECIDED TO CAPTAIN A SHIP OF FREAKING HOOKERS.. so I say.. a few of these lying around, should not have upset him that much.. I'm thinking, hey, my girls were paying attention when I

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I choppered all the kids and spouse in so the hookers are all hanging out with their families.  After the strip tease party last night  I let them have 24 hours on their own.. this may get ugly. I personally am enjoying a "gin and tonic"  shorts and flip flop Christmas. I hope each of you have the Merriest of Christmas. We will be having a New Years eve party on the ship before we Fly home

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the ship Hookers stood by the poles, preparing to strip. The Gowns had been changed into g-strings and lace The men were praying they'd get to home base. We flew in the children with all of their nanny's tucked in their beds with their powdered fanny's Their Mom's were on deck, preparing to show. "pole dancing mommas" beat pretty white snow! When

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Last night was a wild one baby!  I'm here to tell you, if Dutchess doesn't end up tapping into my gin fund to buy us a ship, I'll be shocked. I want to clear something up, I told the bitch to bring comfy shoes.  I'm the big sister, this is NOT my first dog and pony show.  I knew she was going to be bitching about the walking and the shoes.  I however, planned ahead and I brought an extra pair

The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-56460864154619363312011-12-20T11:24:00.000-08:002011-12-20T11:25:07.107-08:00

Ok, grabbed a quick half bottle of wine  nap and I'm ready to go.  If you are not up to date today, go read this real fast  we'll wait.. - - - - - ok, now on to the rest of the story.  As you know, just before we left for the trip, there was a spat between the Royals and the Blogger formally known as CB.  It ended in the trial of the century today.  As far as I know, all's well that ends well.

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Last night was a wild one, so I'm doing this in two posts.  Frankly, I have too bad a hangover to sit here for an hour and do it all in one.  I was up half the damn night because the damn Dutchess forgot to come home.  Not that I care, except if that bitch was making money, I wanted to make sure I got my cut.  Turns out, she was just lost on deck and slept it off there Our company Chopper has

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With all the excitement going on, The Dutchess, The Royal Sister Wife, and I decided we would sneak off and have a little we found the good wine private time. As we sipped on our wine, we started talking about our Kingdom and how it all started.  When you are facing    replacing one of the best hookers we ever had   an accident like we had yesterday, you get all misty eyed. It seems it

The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-22692759029940805582011-12-18T20:28:00.000-08:002011-12-18T20:28:07.026-08:00

Earlier this evening the entire Royal family was invited to dine at the captains table.  We  were so very honored.  Each hooker showed up in her best evening gown.   The crowd all turned and watched as we gracefully waltzed past them to the head table where the Captain awaited us.  Oh, our girls were so very beautiful.  Those bitches clean up real good.. They served us the finest

The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-56404146657981242862011-12-18T01:30:00.000-08:002011-12-18T07:03:39.853-08:00

The Hookers are on a roll.  Nothing like a pre cruise party to set the mood...  You gotta love vacation weeks.  These ladies have a lot of energy to burn off.  They are use to being active all the time.

The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-22320098974430816312011-12-17T07:43:00.000-08:002011-12-17T16:16:56.829-08:00

Wow, put out the word that it's time for a Royal Tour, and hookers start flying in left and right.  Dutchess, The Dame and The Vet all flew in last night.  We had a discussion on what we would do with the kids this trip.  We have been known to take the little booger flickers with us, but this trip we are leaving them home. Dutchess ran out and rented a place to house them all.  Then the

The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-31267679224680270602011-12-16T14:14:00.000-08:002011-12-20T10:38:39.020-08:00

Do you remember the Royals?  Remember how much fun we had?  Remember the great tours we took.  The wonderful parties we threw?  Remember how it ended?  That's right.. we died at the hands of one of our own.  She begged to become a part of the Royal Famly.  She so wanted to be a Princess.. so.. we dubbed her Princess CB.  We took her into our midst and loved her as if she was one of our own. We

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As you know, when I lost my search and rescue dog to cancer a few years ago, King bought me a little wiener dog.  A mini wiener as she is known  by many. How Mini Wiener as lived as long as she has, is just amazing to me.  She was a wee pup when she took off and flew off the deck in a mad rush to chase her ass (which she was too stupid to know was behind her).. when the lead caught on a hook and

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I'm going to try and get back in to this whole blogging thing. I had a bad case of burn out actually my life got pretty boring there for awhile and I had nothing to write about. I'm working on designing this site and I really hate the new changes here. It makes it so much harder to design. I'm pretty sure I will have to sober up because the gin is running out figure it out sooner or

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I don't link facebook to my blog for obvious reasons.  Yea...some of you would just lose your mind if I did... but.. I did have a request to do a THIS IS MY COUSIN series...  since I am doing it... that series will be posted in notes to facebook for your enjoyment.. and to start it off.. WE INTRODUCE THE LITTLE ENGINE THAT COULDN'T.. Most of you are newer to my blog and never read the

The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970656140907916283.post-83911509662434189922011-05-05T21:00:00.000-07:002012-01-08T06:37:31.278-08:00

There we were cruising along, happily pulling pranks on each other in our drunken stooper, when disaster hit! Dutch found this in the trash can... and the shit hit the fan.. Dutch will tolerate a lot of things, but a pregnant whore is not one of them.  They cost her money, and make no income.  So the fucking search was on for the pregnant bitch.  She knew it couldn't belong to some of us, so

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That's right peeps.. We are boarding a ship and taking a trip.  Join us .. no driver, only fun!The private jet picked up all that ladies that wanted to go (we have a few that get motion sickness and had to stay home)  but, those that wanted to take a vacation after a cold snowy winter..have boarded the ship..and we have set sail.

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Hi, this is Tink the Royal Dog. Crazy Bitch has had all our wonderful red cedar furniture that Daddy made wrapped up and stuffed away because she could not stand to look at it. She's funny like that when she's sad. Well, looks like she's starting to get happy because she tore into this apartment and decided to make it our home. Thus, the sad story I'm about to tell you. Mommy took everything

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tHE REAL STORY ROCKIN MOMMA KICKED HER ASS yea right MASK's like this My guard did her job! MASK needed a mask! In her own mind! REALITY! You call me a drunken brain dead bitch! I know the secret! WHEN YOU DID THIS! rOCKIN DID HER JOB! NOW.. IF YOU DIDN'T GET IT..AND ARE GOING WTF? GO BACK AND MOUSE OVER THE PICTURES

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Here is why THE DUTCHESS AND THE QUEEN.. WANTED to run with the wind. Out run the cops. Over run the bars. That's right folks, it's our Anniversary.. ten years,, we've been blogging partners for ten damn years.. how it all began! We've watch blogs come and go.. we've loved bloggers,, hated blogs, lost bloggers, held blogger's hands through tragedy.. cried together,, laughed together.

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Well, the parties over. We flew all the girls home last night. We returned all but one bus back to their owners. Why did we keep one bus? Well, we didn't tell our body guards, or our bartender ,, or our vet,, or our Princesses or any other member of the Royal family, but.. well.. The Dutchess and I took one last run... all by ourselves.. We will be back tomorrow..and we will fill you in on

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You saw her comment.. how she's just been sitting pretty.. um.. she's been sittin lookin pretty,, but.. that comes natural to her.. but..she had to work at the drunk stuff... and then.. the asshole peepin tom stepped in.. I may be in my bus, dying from food poisoning, but no one screws with my duck.. The Royal Mafia strikes back! enjoy!

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FROM THE DUTCHESS Kickin it off The Big Easy The Vet's take on things Kickin it off the Tatoo Royal Rides Dame and Sir  Dame and Sir Eatsa Lot Newbies we love Princess C.C.  our Road Trip virgin Bartender's take on it Wanna know what a Body guard goes through on one of these trips. well,, she's been working over time.  You need to read this. IT WON'T FIT IN ONE POST.  READ AND

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Hi, Clyde here. In case you don't know, The Queen hired me to be her personal servant. When I took the job, I really thought it was going to be a dream job. I should have read her blog a little before I hired on. I imagined myself opening the Royal double doors of her castle and announcing visitors to her. I was sure I would be bringing her morning tea and opening her mail for her. Holy

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As most of you know, the Royal's are on a road trip.  Queenie has been keeping you updated daily with what is going on.  Until tonight.  You may be wondering why Queenie has not updated.  Here's the story. They were traveling along the highways of this great land, when Queenie decided it was time to let someone else lead the Royal Convoy of buses.  She radioed back to the others that she wanted

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It was a long and wild day. We learned a few things about our girls.. and our Dutchess!

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Dutchess flew in earlier today and we finished stocking the damn bus.  We had all the kids brought in last night and the nannies loaded them in the bus and headed for Disney Land.. I'm hoping OC keeps Us informed how that is going.. we were a little worried when they left, but what the hell, it's a week of no kids,, so we're good.. we just won't tell their Mom's until they all get back safe..

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After a long winter, the Royals are kicking off the 2011 Royal Bus Tour. We have hired a drunken penguin to run the retirement home while we're gone. Come on, lets be real..this isn't our first dog and pony show, these things almost run themselves now that we have hired great help. This is the kickoff video for the tour. Follow each of the Royals for updates on what they see and do on the

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My niece introduced me to Swagbucks... and I love it.  I get swagbucks for doing what I normally do on the computer.. such as search.  I've been a member for three days.. and have already earned over 300 points.  You then go to their store and trade the points in for merchandise.   You can get things like gift cards.. amazon cards.. jewelry... toys for the kids.. electronics..   it's fun.. it's

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You'll be able to read some of the recap from others in the Royal Herald.. but here is a short recap of my take on it..     Yes, we had some fun.. and we are going to do it again soon.. it's in the planning.. so watch the Royal Herald for more updates,,and clips from the last Royal family bus tour.. DOES THIS

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That's right peeps.. The flu has invaded the castle.  I had hookers dropping like flies.  When I built the castle I made sure only two girls had to share a bathroom from their adjoining rooms.  I really felt with the schedule I set up, no sharing girls would be in the house at the same time.   I did not take into consideration, that the flu may hit the castle and everyone,,, including the

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My mind does some dumbass things sometimes.. I'll be working away and all of the sudden, it just starts wondering about shit... Last night it was this... THIS WILL OFFEND SOME...SO..UMMM...well who gives a crap... All kids are suppose to be born with 10 fingers, 10 toes, two eyes, one mouth, two ears, one head.. You get the picture right? Now our family is a little on the odd side, but most of

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