Has anyone else noticed that I seem to be talking to myself on this thing? Am I really just a butterfly imagining that I am a middle-aged, slightly pudgy Earth Mother?
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"That's my philosophy: a hundred dollar shine and a three dollar pair of boots."
--John Winger (Bill Murray),Stripes
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- Teach Me to Knit, Cousin Cheryl?
- Why O Why
- What the hell ! The kapten is ver-ti-go
- Dumpster Divin' Ditty
- HELLO, Uncle M! A Poem of Welcome and Comfort. By...
- The Lord Has Smiled On Me !!!
- Hear I yam agin, got a new aka
- A Country Girl's Ob-sir-vay-shun: God Smokes Pot
- Long Lost Cousin Debbie! What happened to yer cred...
- Went Next Door Again. And This is What the Neighbo...
- Strange Neighbors...
- BAHAMA MAMA!
- Campin Rap (do you see a theme here???)
- I AM TRAILER TRASH
- OH MOTHER, WHERE ART THOU?
- procrASStination rap
- Monday Morning Blues......
- Holy, holy, holy: In Praise of Late Worship at St....
- Whew........ Where are my Creative Juices when I n...
- Pie-o-near Woman am I!
- Am I Insane? or Just the #1 Dysfunctional Family M...
- Get Our Your Toe Sep-er-ay-ters: Here Comes Uncle M!
- Whew Wee! Mama Can't SPEL!
- YEEEE HAAAAA! Whar's the Bevvies?
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1 comment:
I think you be insane
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