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.
We are both high time rollers!
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is good.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteJust 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.
ReplyDeleteThat'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.
ReplyDeleteBoobies - pants = my afterlife.
ReplyDeleteDear Son,
ReplyDeleteAlthough 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.
ReplyDeleteBalls - 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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