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
We are again participating in Two Spoiled Cats Poetry Thursday Here is the photo that was selected to inspire us When Irish Red was a litt...
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Are you a trip hazard? Have your parents ever tripped over you? How often? Did anyone get injured
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This is an excerpt from Pocket’s soon to be released best selling book “Going Rougff.” When I announced my candidacy for the Senate people...
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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