Dear Son, Although I told myself I would not read this, that it would be akin to reading your diary and a mother won't read her child's diary, I had to come back and make sure I wasn't having a nightmare.
I can only hope that you, my beloved *Brando*, will once again return to a life of religion and values... and that includes voting Republican, the party of values and religion.
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We are both high time rollers!
The playstation? Good grief. You and UC.
In my case, it's an Xbox 360. But yeah, I have no defense. It is just who I am. Thankfully TLB is very understanding.
This is good.
I will not do one of these things. It would just be 13 pictures of a giant penis.
Love: Boobies.
Beach: Boobies on a beach.
Bed: Place for boobies.
Play: Boobies.
Vacataion: Places with more boobies.
And so on and so forth.
What is best in life?
Boobies.
Chuckles, I wouldn't be laughing so hard if it weren't true. Mammaries have mystical addictive properties.
Just when I've convinced myself I'm okay not living near a beach, someone has to go and remind me how great life would be without pants.
That's so funny. I'd be afraid to do mine. It would probably reveal what a loser I am even more than my blog already does.
Boobies - pants = my afterlife.
Dear Son,
Although I told myself I would not read this, that it would be akin to reading your diary and a mother won't read her child's diary, I had to come back and make sure I wasn't having a nightmare.
I can only hope that you, my beloved *Brando*, will once again return to a life of religion and values... and that includes voting Republican, the party of values and religion.
Love,
Your stymied mother
Pants - Boobies = My current life.
Balls - Pants - Boobies = Second Life.
All hope for boobies - Boobies = World of Warcraft.
Whoever did the Mom thing, that really made me laugh.
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