You may put "Ending up with fewer rows than she started with killed her" on my tombstone.
Breathe.
Breathe.
BREATHE.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
Bitch.
When you have nothing but a couple of shamefaced cakes in your store, and yet are able to print your own logoed plastic bags, you can be sure I want to know who your sugar daddy is.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Ka-ching.
The woman in front of us rang up 666.66 worth of groceries. Minions of Satan sport streaky blush and bad liquid liner jobs.
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