I'm so ashamed, Help! I think my son might be a pig?

>> Tuesday, June 29, 2010

HELP!  I’m a little worried about my youngest son…

This is the condition he left my daughters Barbie in. Do you think I should be concerned? Is this normal behavior? Do I show him too much affection…or not enough affection?

I blame his father…my husband’s a pervert…I think it must be hereditary. Yeah that has got to be it... I feel a little better now.

What do you think she is thinking right now?

Anyone got the number of a good child therapist?


Tall, none fat, sugerfree vanilla, extra hot poopuccino please. Re-run.

>> Monday, June 28, 2010

Lazy Monday Repeat, The following post is a re-run, cause I just don't want to think today. 

When someone says, “Life is hard,” ask them, “Compared to what?”
                                  ~Barbara Johnson
                                                              ~ ~ ~
When life gives you lemons, make Lemonade… That saying is so lame.
I don’t care much for Lemonade. I’d make some Margaritas and have a few friends over to share them.
What do you make when life throws dog poop* at you?
Make poop smoothies, maybe a poopuccino?

Life has given me more poop then I’d care to admit. Sometimes people have dumped it on me, and sometimes I’ve done it to myself. Then there’s the times I’ve literary had dog poop thrown at me!

Growing up, my little brother Shawn lived to torment me, as most little brothers do, I’m sure.
I clearly recall ridding my red 13 speed home from my BFF’s house when I was 12. My aqua net coated hair flapping in the wind, daydreaming about the awaiting dinner and the crumpled notebook paper in my back pocket. “You are cute, will you Go with me?” the note read.  I frantically checked the “YES” box, as if it would cease to exists, only leaving the “NO” box.

THWAP…I was jolted out of my euphoria of “Going with” the cutest boy in sixth grade by a flying Dog turd!
 Hit in the chest, there was now a poop smug across my favorite “Boy George” T-shirt. Cringing at the stink I turned my bike up the driveway.
There in the grass, stands my brother falling down laughing. “You are so dead!” I scream slamming my bike down. Shawn reaches for some more ammo….

THWAP! Nailed in the leg, now have poop embedded in the zipper of my parachute pants. “You sick retard!” Still yelling as I dart for the front door. Shawn is going for a third assault.
Then, as if the Gods where looking down on me, Shawn yelps “GROSS, This ones fresh!” Wildly flailing his hands trying to fling brown sticky Dog droppings off .

Now it’s my turn to laugh, or is it? Running straight for me is Shawn’s nasty poop wielding hand. Red faced and splattered with Dog crap…I stomp into the house.

“MOM! Shawn is throwing Dog poop at me again!”


“(Sigh)…Shawn stop throwing poop at your sister.” My mom calls from the kitchen.

Now this really cracks my brother up…lets be honest…It sounds funny.

“God your such a retard!” I scream in his face.
He rebuts by calling me a “fat pig” and flipping me the bird.

                                                When life drops a pooper
                                          That’s unkind to our noses,
                                              Use it for fertilizer;
                                                 It’s your chance
                                                        To grown roses!
                                                                                 -John Richard Allen

Barbara Johnson says “Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional!”

I don’t like to wear problems around like my dog poop smeared Boy George T-shirt anymore. Lets face it, after a while you start to stink and no one wants to be around you.
I don’t know how to fix most pain on my own, so before I start attracting fly’s I ask for help. Gods got a great pooper scooper in the Holy Spirit.

In letting go of the problem and giving it to God, weather be fresh or old…He sends the Holy Spirit to shower me with hope and Joy, clean again.

…we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts though the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. Romans 5:3-5.

I think I’ll pass on the poopuccino, Thanks anyway.

*I wanted to use the “S” word to ad some spice, but I’m a recovering cussoholic.


How to drive and text on the sly

>> Saturday, June 26, 2010

Tooling down Main Street with a bag full of Big Macs steaming in the passenger seat, I witnessed a truly tragic thing. The women driving in the car next to me was texting, and not even trying to hide it! The nerve of some people!

Washington has a new “Talk-text-ticket” law, and this lady was in for it…well if the cop I just passed had been paying any attention anyway. How he missed it I have no clue, dang she had her cell right up in front of her face, maybe he was on a break. Wow I felt safe, sheesh… 

Then I thought to myself…ha! This would make a great blog post. Dumb lady doesn’t know how to text on the sly. You know texting on the down low, at stop lights and stuff. (oh please, you know you do it...aside from a few honks, it works for me) Funny stuff right? Right? Come on work with me people.

And what would go great with that post would be a photo of this silly nit-wit driving with her phone flipped open in front of her face, tapping away at the keys. It was after all prettying stinking funny!

Digging in my pocket I find my cell after some creative wiggling…hit * ok, to unlock the dog gone thing…get myself right up next to this law breaker…narrowly avoid on coming traffic…stretch out my arm to get a good shot…steady now...Click!


Tell you one thing…she is good! Because she seemed to see the traffic on Main Street slowing before I did.

How to do you spell H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-T-E?

In case you were wondering...the pic didn't turn out ...to blury with all the hard breaking and all. I'm telling ya... it would of been good,  youre just going to have to trust me on this one.


Who ME? Bitter?

>> Thursday, June 24, 2010

Bitterness is an ugly monster that creeps in and wreaks havoc on your soul.

Bitterness is a serious contagious disease, spreading like a weed in an untended garden. Bitterness can also act as a repellent, sending loved ones running, screaming, seeking a reprieve from your bitter venom.

Showing up in many forms, bitterness is dangerous to your physical and mental health. Envy, Jealousy, resentment, hurt, sadness, pain are leading causes of bitterness

Warning signs of bitterness are as follows:
Sudden loss of ones own head
Sour taste in ones mouth
Fuzzy teeth
Sharp tong
Stiff extended middle finger
Foul smelling ears
Potty mouth
Permanent scowl
Cardiac organ shrinkage
Inability to crack a smile
Pains in the ass
Extreme pissy mood
Changes in appearance that make you resemble your own mother
Uncontrollable urge to kick the dog
Constant high pitch whine
Vanishing Friends
Compassion blindness

If you are experiencing one or more of the above symptoms you may be suffering from Bitterness, the following extreme measure must be executed swiftly to prevent your permit eviction from the planet earth.

1. In front of full length mirror remove all your clothes at priestly 10am.
2. Cover entire body with a thick layer of hot fudge
3. Get a firm grip
4. Slowly remove ones head from ones ass
5. Carefully remove foot from mouth
6. Facing mirror Jump up and down quickly to shake of any hard feelings
7. Plant left foot on floor, using right foot swiftly kick yourself in the butt (Repeat)
8. Run out of house, down street screaming "I am free! I am lovable! Someone hug me!"

Warning attempting this act prematurely could cause one to back slide
Resulting in loss of ones grip and shoving ones head further up ones own ass.

Contact your physician if you experience fits of laughter lasting longer then 7 hours.

Blissful babble will not be held liable for any fudge burns resulting from the use of these treatments.


Go Home Creepy Boy

>> Tuesday, June 22, 2010

We have a lost puppy on our block, he’s cute and always wanting our attention. Peering in on me threw my screen door…looking for a scrap of food or a pat on the head.

His name is Brannon and he lives across the street from me…If only he didn’t talk…I’d take him in and give him a forever home…or Not.

As a matter a fact he’s at our front door now, asking for my kids to come out and play. My kids are bathed and ready for bed…

"It’s late honey, he can play tomorrow," I’m telling him…but he stands there and gives me his puppy dog eyes …"but why can’t he play?...please? It’s not to late for me…please.”

“Go Home Brannon!” I find myself yelling louder then I need to.

He stands there…pleading...creeping me out a little.

You know the kid…always running around unsupervised, banging on fences getting the neighbor’s dogs all up in a thither. Wearing the same shirt he had on yesterday, tossing rocks in your yard and running off with your walky-talky.

I can’t help but feel sorry for him; on the other hand he makes me crazy!! I don’t do well with other people’s kids…hell I can barley handle my own.

This little bugger is always freaking me out. I’ll be kicking back on the couch just me, my diet Dr Pepper, and a bag of blue chips, when I get the creepy feeling I’m not alone. And here’s 7 year old Brannon Bates….just standing in the window.

I can’t get away from the kid…go out to check the mail…there he is… “Whatcha doing?”

Go out to the car….there he is… “Where’ya goin?”

Get out of the car…there he is…"where’ve ya been?”

Strange happenings today started just after lunch. The boys were riding bikes and had left garage door open, I found a big Lego mess all over the garage floor…of course I scream at the boys to go pick it up.

“I didn’t do it, He did it” Thing 1 said, pointing at his younger brother.

 "NO I DIDN"T! I didn’t do it,” Thing 2 said.

“Oh so all them Lego’s jumped out of the tub all on there own, I don't care who did it …pick them up NOW!!!” I ask sweetly.

Later I find some board games laying about the garage, and best I can recall the kids have been playing in-side.

“I don’t know! I didn’t do it.” Thing 1 says.

“The baby did it!” Thing 2 says.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” I say sweetly.

When I start to get that creepy feeling again… peering around …I see him…there sitting behind us… quietly watching….Yup you guessed it!



That nasty fir-ball is at it again!

>> Saturday, June 19, 2010

I HATE CATS!  I hate. Hate. Hate Cats.

Now don’t all you lonely ol’ Cat Ladies go having a hissy fit on me, I’m not looking for a Cat fight here.

We have a cat, and most of the time I am quite fond of him. But when the big orange fuzz ball takes a dump on a pile of laundry, I get pretty pissy. I wish the Dog would just eat him and get it over with.

If it were up to my husband, he would take the cat out to my moms and let the coyotes have at him… But the kids love him…so we put up with the nasty thing.

Whose fault is it that the cat craps and pisses on my laundry you ask? Well that would be my fault, yes EVERYTHING that goes wrong in this house is my fault…and the blame goes to ME! COME ON… Give this girl a hand!

Why is it my fault? Because cleaning the cat box is not on the top of my “to do list,” Hell... it’s not even at the bottom of my “to do list,” more like it's at the Top of my “Don’t want to do list,” just under… cleaning up kid vomit.

For some insane reason my dumb feline will not go in a box that he has already gone in once that day! Sheesh…who does he think he is? Just pee in the dirty box like the rest of the family!

Have you ever smelt cat urine? I mean REALY smelt it! Like pick up a towel off the floor of your kids room (cause that’s where they go) to see if it is clean enough to use again (kids are small, they can use the same towel more than once…hey don’t judge me!) Press your face right into the towel and take a deep smell…..and your friggin’ brain melts out your ears!

Its a smell stright out of the deep dark evil fire pits of Hell!  Why must pee smell like that??? Are they eating nuclear waist or just trying to kill off the human race one lazy mom at a time?


Apparently I’m not the great mom I thought I was

>> Wednesday, June 16, 2010

It’s that time of year, the last week of school, when the kids come home loaded down with tons of crap papers.

I found this little Gem in my 1st graders journal, this entry from the first week of school.

It reads...
 “I feel sad when my mom gets me in trouble”

Yeah Like I get HIM in trouble…I’m always planting incrementing evidence on him, setting him up to take the fall for the juice stain in the rug.

 Is it just me or does it look like I just smacked him upside the head a good one?

Lets take closer look inside the head of my 7 year old...


Sheesh…I get no respect.


WHAT did she just say?!

>> Monday, June 14, 2010

You ever have one of them moments…a moment when someone blurts out something truly stupid or downright asinine, then that uncomfortable moment follows when they realize their mistake. You watch as the person tries to dig out of the whole or cover up the dumb ass thing that just flew out of their mouth.

What do you do?

a) Just pretend like you didn’t hear it and let them off the hook?

b) Say nothing, smile politely (turn bright red of embarrassment) and walk away in shock, call up your mom and cry?

c) Let them squirm and enjoy calling them out on the error of their ways?

I tend to do the latter anymore, a few years back I would have been calling my mommy.

Today at the bank with my 5 year old, depositing the husbands pay check, I had this pleasure. The teller, who is in her mid 50’s heavy set and is wearing her hair far too long and about 20 years out of style, strikes up a conversation with my son…that goes something like this.

Teller: Hey kiddo what’s your name?


Teller: oh that says, please wait here for the next available teller.

Kiddo: SEE MOM, IT DOES NOT SAY, Spinning around this poll will cause brain damage!

Teller: So buddy what is your name?

Kiddo: (hides behind my leg.)

Me: You can tell her Sam, its ok. (DUH!)

Kiddo: My names Sammy and I'm this many…can I have a sucker?

Teller: So Sammy, are you going to have a new baby in your house soon?

Me: (WHAT THE F*CK DID SHE JUST SAY??!!  Did she just insinuate I'm expecting!! )

Kiddo: We already have a baby in the house, duh.

Teller: awww…oh you do?

…uncomfortable silence…

Me: (dead pan, waiting for her to start digging)

Teller: did you have a baby sister or baby brother?

Kiddo: a sister…can I have a red sucker?

Me: (Making plans to burn this shirt and do some sit ups when I get home)

Teller: (handing Sam the red sucker and me the receipt) How old is your baby?

Me: She’s Two. (smart ass grin)

Teller: (dropping subject) Bye Sammy it was nice to meet you, have a good day.

Me: Can we have another sucker please …ya'know...for the baby and all?

Teller: (turning red as the sucker) Of course…


Oh the things you find, yes we all just need a little love.

>> Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The following listings are found on Craigslist “missed connections.”  

**Cute Little Dog - w4m - 41 (0utside New Seasons - on 33rd)


Date: 2010-06-08, 5:54PM PDT

I was walking in and noticed a little dog tied to the tree outside the side door - little critter seemed scared of the cars and had it's leg all caught up in the orange leach it was on.

As I got up to help it out with it's leash difficulties he or she leaned right in and was the absolute sweetest little beast I've met in ages.

Too bad you aren't a human female...you're just my type!

***Xochiquetzal, who are you? - m4w - 32 (Port Land)


Date: 2010-06-09, 11:12AM PDT

The odds are slim... You posted as Xochiquetzal on Mercury Lovelab, you sound phenomenal, and your photos are captivating (stunning is maybe a better word). In another world we would stalk the moonlit plains together, i think, and our antics would become myth. Maybe in this one? i am what you are looking for. Find me!

*barista - w4m


Date: 2010-06-09, 12:19AM PDT

to all the ladies out there that continue to throw themselves at my incredibly sexy barista boyfriend:

1. thanks for paying my rent, sending me on sex filled vacations, and forking over the cash so that he may utterly spoil me!

2. no matter how excited he seems to be when he sees you, that is how the tips are earned. end of story. Although I'm sure you are amazing.

**you have the type of body i want - m4w - 34 (downtown)


Date: 2010-06-07, 7:54PM PDT

i asked you if you work out or if thats just your natural body. i took your picture . your really hot.


I say to my husband as I’m reading through some of these adds today..

“Oh my gosh how pathetic are some people… Listen to this! (reading add to him)… .Bwahahahahahahahahahaha (evil judgmental laugh)…
 Come on!  Man some people need to get life, don’t they have anything better to do?”

 He calls me out,  “coming from someone sitting in her pj’s at 1:00pm, reading them all.”



I wonder were he gets it from? A world of Pixels!

>> Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The following is a guest post by my 12 year old son, I enjoyed this so much I had to share.

A world in pixels!
Let us find out if our unlikely super hero, Bob Mcperson can save the day, or not.

It was an odd day in strangeville (duh) where everyone is a stickman or stickwoman, when Joe was playing video games while his sister, Jill was acting all vain and stuff.  Joe wasn’t a fan of her attitude, but he was to interested in his video game.

He finally got to the dragons lair when a shiny light appeared behind him.

Joe said “wow mister! Who are you?”

The light said “I am the great shiny light of cosmetic video gaming doom, but you may call me… GUY!”

There was a long silence. Joe looked back. Then he said “what is that?”

 Guy said (with a deep voice) “that’s the money you could be saving with Geico.”

“Oh” Joe finally said. “He is scaring me” so Guy threw it away.

Then Guy said “I’m now going to banish you to your video game!”

“Oh no not the video game!” Joe yelled.

Then Guy started growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Pretty soon the entire room was shrouded in light.

Then he was in a white room, nothing in it. But Joe noticed there was small different colored squares popping up everywhere. Soon these squares made a big picture. He then realized these were the pictures in his video game.

He was in the video game!  He looked at his arm, it was also made of the pixels of this mysterious world.

He then did what any one in trouble would, eat a glass of water, it was the way to call Bob Mcperson!

Soon Bob thrusted into the video game with Joe.

“Quick! said Joe,  A weird light named Guy banished me to my video game! And forced me to watch educational television!”

Bob Mcperson gasped and yelled “educational television nnoooooooo!”

Then Joe said “we don’t really have to worry! Level one is candy land! This level is always easy!”

So the two odd stickmen set off on their journey, and had to battle gumdrop warriors. Then as they came to the level boss, it was a giant candy cane, and he has a tv with only channels of educational television!

Bob screamed like a little girl. EEEEEeeeeeeee!

But he then pulled out his favorite mussel yum energy bar (with extra fiber!) and ate it.

“I have solved my hunger problem” Bob Mcperson said with a burp.

Joe then said “now is not the time for eating! This is the only part of level one that is actually hard!”

“Mmmm eating” Bob said dreamily. “Wait… EATING!” Bob realized that the giant singing candy cane with educational television was a candy cane! Bob lunged forward and grabbed the candy cane! Then he licked it.

“MMMM, peppermint!” he murmured dreamily as he licked. Then the candy cane turned white and melted into a puddle! Bob and Joe cheered! Then Bob said “now, how many levels are left?”

“1024!” Joe replied.

“Nnooooooo!” Bob cried!



Praying for Kyron, missing 7 year old boy.

>> Monday, June 7, 2010

I had a silly post all rolling around in my head for today; however I can’t get this missing 7 year old boy off my mind. The whole thing has made me sick to my stomach.

You can read Kyron’s story here if you have not already seen it on the news or the "Today show".

His story hits home with me in so many ways, I just want to puke.

Not only did this happen locally... but I have a 7 year old 2nd grader who some freak tried to nab at the post office when he was 2. (that’s a whole other story) Let’s just say if I ever saw that women they would have to scrap her remains off the street with a spoon.

Then there was the time my son didn't get off the school bus, what a horrid experince.

When my oldest son was in 2nd grade (what’s with these 2nd graders?) I stood waiting on the corner as the bus unloaded its kids and my son was not one of them.

After calling the school and then 911 I raced up to the school frantic with horrific thoughts going through my head.

Seeing dozens of police cruisers buzzing around knowing they were looking for my son is a sickening feeling to say the least.

It was 45 min before a bus driver called in to say she had picked him up walking home in the deep drainage ditch. The longest 45 min of my fricking life!

He was scared, scrapped up and bleeding from the ordeal but in one piece, I never cried so hard in front of so many people. Then I spent the next 20 min screaming at the teachers and school staff for not seeing a 7 year old boy wander off the school campus, not pretty.

The pain this family must be going thought is...gawd I can't even think of a word...I just pray they find him.

Over the weekend I’ve talked to my kids about Kyron, and going over again safety rules and stranger danger, stressing the importance of being smart.   We continue to pray for Kyron's safe and speedy return to his family.

Photos Kyron Horman, Missing 7 year old ~ Please keep him in your prayers~


Cleaning Tips from the Messy~Just don't do it.

>> Friday, June 4, 2010

I hate. Hate. Hate. to recycle, not cause I’m a bad person, mostly I’m lazy and don’t want to clean out the cans/jars/jugs/tubs and break down boxes.

Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. Really?
Sheesh I’ve got enough to do, now I’ve gotta save the planet!

Now before all you tree- hugging Go-Greene’s send me Hate mail about how I’m defiling Mother earth an all…hold on.

I DO Recycle, It's just not my favorit thing to do…and truth be told, sometimes I cheat.
                                  (Oh come on, doesn’t everybody?)

Today as I turn to toss the empty Peanut butter Jar/Tub/thingy in the trash (for shame) I hear the voice of my friend Megan in my head.
You can recycle that!

Seeing that Megan tried to tackle me to the ground when she once caught me innocently tossing out an empty tub of salsa, I’d better recycle it. (guilt guilt)

We use a lot of peanut butter in my house. And not just in pb&j, we make banana dogs by putting PB on a hotdog bun with a banana, toping it with honey…yummy.

Or my famous PB apple, core out ½ an apple and fill the hole with PB…well you get the idea.

All them dang PB jars are the WORST to clean out, it’s not like you can just rinse them and be done, it’s an ordeal, PB get slimy when mixed with water...it’s just yucky…I don’t do slimy.

Then I got a brilliant Idea!!

If you don't want to do it yourself....Make the Dog do it!
 Dogs love Peanut butter right?  I put it in his toys and he cleans them out.

Wow I’m so smart, Problem solved!

He even got all the way down to the bottom, now thats clean!

Now if I could just get him to do that to the toilet!


Smile Stupid!

>> Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home. ~Author Unknown

There is a reason there are so many quoits about “a Smile”

A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it. Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give. ~Author Unknown
5th grade

Growing up I had messed up teeth and hated them, my front teeth were huge *think horse.* I had what you would call a cross bite, but I just called it fangs! I often would fanaticize about being a vampire and if I sharpened them up a bit I could suck your blood.

Being that I was a blood sucking vampire horse, I didn’t smile. I made great effort to not show my teeth, even to the point of covering my mouth when I laughed.
The tight lip smile

With all my Fat and Fang issues I came across as cold and bitchy to those around me, making me more Vampireish….tho I don’t see many Fat Vamps.

(Right about now my Mom and my dear BFF Tanya are screaming at their computer…"SHUT UP YOU WERENT FAT"!!!  But it’s my Blog and my Body image issues, so bite me. )

The High School "Non smile"

It took until I was out of high school and almost 20 years old for my parents to get me some much needed braces. My parents must have hated me to make me go thought high school with a fat fang face, or they just never wanted me to date.

Even after the braces came off I still had a hard time cracking a smile at anyone. I was so conditioned to hide my teeth I had to relearn that expression.
The day the braces came off with my braces Dr., I look stoned.

At some point in my life I did figure out that a simple smile made me a warmer person, more likeable, approachable. I didn’t enjoy being perceived as a hard ass, bitches need friends too.

I did an experiment…When out shopping I would smile at everyone I made eye contact with. I still do this today, well when I’m not in a completely pissy mood that is.

It is kind of cool to see who will smile back and who will look at you like you’re a nut case.

Men almost always smile back, if it’s an older man I may even get a wink or “Hello.”

If he looks confused he may asked were the Salt is.

You do have to be careful, once a guy asked me if I could give him a few bucks. “Dude I’m not your mom.”

Women, on the other hand, smile back a lot less. Mostly they will look away quick, trying to pretend they didn’t see me smiling at them, Snobs.

This also depends on the age, women my age with kids in the cart are more likely to give me a knowing smile, saying my kids are making me crazy too let’s park em in the cookies and go get a drink.

Then the older ladies will stop and talk to my daughter…”oh she’s so cute, how old she is”…always followed with a story of how her daughter would scream in the store too, or how they grow up so fast, before I know it I’ll be paying for her wedding.

Wedding...Naw…I’m just never going to get her braces.

It is said that 55% of communication comes from nonverbal cues, such as facial expression and gestures.

So I’m thinking that there is a lot more meaning in a smile then I ever thought.

Think about that the next time you are rushing around with lots on your mind, slap on a smile and the whole world gets a little warmer.  Plus it makes people wonder what you've been up to.

Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. ~Mother Teresa

A friendly look, a kindly smile, one good act, and life's worthwhile. ~Author Unknown

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles. ~Washington Irving

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. ~Charles Reade

If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine. ~Author Unknown

I've never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful. ~Author Unknown

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. ~George Eliot

Always remember to be happy because you never know who's falling in love with your smile. ~Author Unknown

Smile Stupid ~


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