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Out Of Hibernation
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: Ohio
Posts: 1,023
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A Woman's Poem
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... Like his mother used to do |
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bloody phreak from hell
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Uh oh... I better be nice to my wife then.
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