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  • Lawcy Mercy, someone tell me this happened for real. Please tell me someone popped him one in the face. Gah, that would make my day! D-bag's side and the BEP side. I hear tell there's a video. I must find it. Can you tell I can't stand him? Blech.
  • Holy shnikey, it's hotter than Hades right now. The humidity is making my hair look awesome though. There's a silver lining, ya just have to dig sometimes no?
  • Jon and Kate? No surprise there. It's sad that they've made that choice but (from what we've seen) I think it's what's best for the kids. As a former I can't miss an episode viewer, I wish the show was ending. I wish TLC would have the courage and smarts to do it before the kids get effed up.
  • I've got a 6 1/2 half yr old to give away. He's potty trained, likes to call everything stinkin' and gets so much joy and delight in calling me an idiot. I'll even send his Gameboy Advance with him. Not the DS though, I just got Animal Crossing from Z and I am all over that town. (wow, that didn't sound inappropriate or anything right?)
  • Is it just me or when it's hot and humid like this, you want to take several naps a day? In the freezer? Ok, it's not just me. Whew!


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