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He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the s**t out of him... Like his mother used to do. |
| Posted: 2/22/2008 at 01:31 | Read 87 times | 4 comments | Leave Comment |
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