I farted in the Bachelorette's face and I still got a rose. I can't change. I am a chick magnet.
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Poetry Thursday
My friends Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided the picture below to inspire our poetry The machines had taken over From Ala...
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As many of you know our long time nemesis Michael Vick was allowed to get a dog. I don’t want to anger anyone but I don’t see the problem...
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Drop your socks, It is time for Friday Fill Ins There are four statements: the first two statements are written by 15AndMeowing , and the f...
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My Dad has said, while I sit on a blanket, on the back of the couch, and getting hand-fed, while a fan blows cool air on my tail, that h...
Don't forget to stop and smell the roses - I brought one just for you!
ReplyDeleteWoos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber
I got hungry and ate the other 11.
ReplyDeletehahahaha I wish that would be real... the perfect statement to that show...
ReplyDeleteSomeone should have told me about the thorns!
ReplyDeleteBOL!!!
ReplyDeleteNo matter what anyone says, roses don't taste like chicken.
ReplyDeleteHere's the flower you ordered, lady. Sorry about the slobber.
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