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i like your style. walking the treadmill, while nibbling on a toaster strudel. that'll show 'em.

'look at that dumb broad. thinking a 'breakfast hot pocket' is somehow fine cuisine.' fuck people.

i meant to ask you, but did you call the home office, and let them know this? because they may not know this. like maybe they're using 'linear' miles? iono...companies are stupid.

as they judge you, you can judge them 'okay helen, not really sure you need that 3rd breakfast danish, but whatevs.'

the dude.

i'm pretty sure, they have plotted your demise.

^although there is something 'not' terrible about the joots.

georgia 'squeeters mang.

i'm never not going to post these guys. after i left va. beach, i couldn't comprehend how the rest of the country hadn't really heard of them if only for a brief moment in time.

what in the actual fuck is this?

no...i want to say this game was '83? '84?. but then again...it could have been that particular game referencing that game, because there was only like 2 minutes left? eh...iono.

liar. you're a liar and a cheat, bootstrap.

fuck those mosquito's. they will suck blood through jeans. basterds.

i was trying to remember the playoff game that was interrupted the last 3 minutes, and the other team scored to beat other team by 2 points. damn. nevermind.

welcome to georgia. where the mosquitoes will carry you right tf off.

fixed

i'll be in a much better state tomorrow. we got such a late start. and like i said. i had a fucking brain fart from hell. i SERIOUSLY thought mid said next fri/sat blah blah.... eh. i'm a much better hostess than i displayed last night. fuck that kitchen.

pfft. lies.

it's all good.

fuck that kitchen.

you. got. this.

da'fuq?

the girl child found a bathing suit we bought 2 years ago (?)

we got i guess the smallest in the line. 18', with that brown basket weave. and cool butt window. it will serve the purpose quite well. anything with clean water to cool down, and stay out the damn house ac/27/7 .