here is a poem about my job: bring me. one more fax. and i will. make you. eat it. ask me. one more thing. and i will.hit you. real freakin' hard.It's wednesday, and i'm a grumpy girl.
would watching bb3 with me on saturday make the pain go away?
if you throw in that asparagas stuff you make you've got a deal! (okay, you've got a deal either way...this is my shameless way of requesting it... or chocolate...or ANYTHING really...)
Granny needs more of a menacing grimace. Looks almost like a smile there.
I love granny activist
It looks like she's hitch-hicking. I can't really tell... or maybe she's yelling at someone to get off her property. Either way, she's working out those duck wings under her arms.
Ghost Dog: She doesn't need a grimace. see, cause the Man is to be damned...but the old bag knows who comes out on top...
I can see her shaking her arms with the wobbling underarm skin.Sweet.
eeewwww wobbly underarm skin . . . i'm going home and working out my triceps right now!!
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