dd,
i'm sitting here trying to be adult, my son comes in after a all you can drink beer nite, telling me he's a pacifist...... i need a soft shoulder and where is she?  bagged.  you're killin' me.  now he wants to play with corey..... not a chance, i better go guard her door.......
dave
 
 
 
The moral flabbiness born of the bitch goddess Success. That- with the squalid cash interpretation put on the word success- is our national disease.  -William James  1906

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