Monday, January 12, 2015

You May Ask Yourself


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  1. [tiptoes in]

    [fluffs pillows]

    [tiptoes out]

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  2. AA man, overtightened nuts, long story.
    Sx

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  3. *cough*
    *snirfl*

    ... ohgod ...

    *falls in bed*

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  4. Your asking the wrong person tootes! Like I know in my gin infused gazes?

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  5. myself? i watched a candid camera marathon.
    it was pflabulous! xx

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  6. Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...

    Jx

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  7. I was trying to cry without ruining my make-up.

    No, wait! I dealt with flat-pack furniture for The Parents. Flat-Pack Parents?

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  8. Where did your last post disappear to?

    Going back and forth to the hospital, visiting my mother, she's recovering in hospital after having her ears pierced. She asked me if I would buy her a new dressing gown and a couple of night dresses in a size 20 because all she had with were size 18s "and you can see all my folds'. My mother, sadly, belongs to the terry towelling brigade, she said my choice of bed wear, a floor length satin night gown in café au lait with a mink fur trim and the ocelot nighties were vulgar, VULGAR! I wish she would re-marry. There, that was my weekend!

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  9. I'm off work until February 10th! NANANANANA!


    Bonne et Heureuse Année, ma chérie!
    Hugs
    Jon

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  10. Weekend..??
    The last thing I remember is skipping biology class to smoke pot in the bathroom with a varsity basketball player...

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  11. As the Dowager Countess would say, "What is a weekend?"

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