Saturday, June 20, 2009 2:19 AM
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Hello all! I am sitting at a real computer for the night..... Unbelievable eh?? Having a drink, my sister's has got both of the kids for the night, and I am sitting at a computer... Unbelievable.
I went to pats and had a triple jalapeno and light spinach pizza, along with a large picture of beer in which I drank one third of. I am quitting the drinking of Budweiser until I arrive home however because I am the driver.. Let me tell ya though, I am getting bored quick under these circumstances.
There is no smoking in the house and I am a chain smoker. I am JONESING.....
What the hell do I do???????? I am gonna go check out the new shit on mafia wars and try ton get some more achievements!!!!!! I friggin love that game and only get to do it now and then.... I need that shit once every twenty four hours cause I am a freak!
K John is being irritating as shit.... as usual and successfully pissed me off enough to not want to type anymore. Soooooooo good night!!!!!! I am going to bed when I get home :)
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009 7:34 PM
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Still no computer! I friggin love that mafia wars dang it! Well I am using John's computer so thought I would say hi! It is so much easier than trying to punch in the letters on my phone! Jeees I hate that too. Well have a happy hump day!!
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009 5:08 PM
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If you want to hate me, be pissed off and follow the family tradition of holding a grudge, it's okay. Cody does revolve around my life, and no matter how many people think that is ridiculous, I am his mother, and it is my job to assure his success. I am trying to do what is needed for my family to succeed and that includes the children settled down in bed well before midnight. Anyway, I wrote this for you! I wish I could treat you like a friend, And let you make choices I would not condemn, I wish I could say it's your own fucking life, And that I will support you, no matter how right. You are just like me, I see it within, Confused and beaten, don't know where to begin. You don't take advice cause the chioces are yours, Your now a grown woman and don't have to listen no more. You know your looks and your body will take you far, What person would deny something that they adore? Friends understand you, they know what you mean, They agree with your challenges of being a teen. Lost in innocence, reality slammed in your face, From teen to adult, you lost your place. No guidance given on how to grow up, Your living your life in a half empty cup. I will help you fill it, if you put effort in chance, There is no guarantee on how life will dance. Wanting and needing are two different things, It's wanting that counts in what your heart will bring. I am not a friend talking, I'm an auntie who cares, A parent who knows, And a child that was once there.
By:Maddy Dolly
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009 4:32 PM
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Ever heard that saying? Heaven's to mergatroid? This is something I used to hear my grandmother say when she would see something going wrong, and that is what is going through my mind right now. HEAVEN"S TO MERGATROID...................SOME PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD HAVE THE NEED FOR BRAIN DEVELOPMENTATION (If that is a word) CRAZY FUCKING WORLD!!!!
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Friday, January 30, 2009 2:45 PM
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Current mood:  weird
Shitting a turd is not fun, while overseas they call it dung. Most people think it is a time to relax, while others pop another red exlax. Some shit will flow out smooth, while other turds are not so cool. Hard and bumpy in the ass, a waiting log that just won't pass. Runny and juicy is not the key, it need be firm to flow with ease. The firmness of a ripe banana, is what you want for that shanana. Spit it out of you anus fast, this is not the shit you want to last. You don't want to walk like your hung, when you have a butt full of dung.
Cleaning up I thought for sure, I dropped a nugget on the floor. Pooper scooper nine nine one, I looked closer to what was done. A lonely dingle berry made it out, on a long hair it sat about. I picked it up and threw it away, I like to talk shit; what can I say?
By:Maddy Dolly
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Thursday, January 22, 2009 11:59 PM
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Current mood:  argumentative
I couldn't wait for my dinner to get home! Soooo hungry! The fucker brought KFC back. I haven't eaten KFC in five years or so. Don't you hate it when you've been with someone for ten years and they don't even know what you like? It makes me feel so important. So I went back to Old Town and got myself some chicken from Burger King.... What is the difference you ask? KFC tortures and cripples their chickens, and I just don't like the sounds of that no matter how plump and juicy they can get those fuckers. Fuck KFC!!!!!
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Thursday, January 15, 2009 12:23 PM
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My brother had a baby girl last night named Liala (LI-LA). I am so happy for him. He is 37 and this is his first child. I went down to the hospital last night because I assumed for some reason that his girlfriend had a c-section, and that the baby was already born. So she is in the labor room getting ready to push and not ready for visitors, obviously. What do I do? I hand the nurse a People magazine to give to her. Leave it to me to leave a People magazine minutes before. Honestly I feel kind of retarded now that I think about it. Oh well! I'll go down to the hospital again today and explain my excitement and that I sincerely thought the baby was already born when I went there. I am sure she will just laugh at me. They know that when comes to me...... expect the unexpected! I have proven this theory before.
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Thursday, December 25, 2008 1:58 AM
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A couple of years ago, my grandmother cooked a Christmas turkey all day long for the 10-15 people who come to our house each year.
When it came time to eat and take the bird out, we realized that she had forgotten to turn the oven on, and had all the trimmings without the turkey.
I am reminded of this story today as she went to put a pie in the oven for tommorow.
With the house smelling like a combination of burnt rubber and smoldering paper, we opened the oven door to find that she was cooking a bag of cat food for this years dinner.
God Bless the cook:)
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008 12:54 AM
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Current mood:  drunk
'Twas the night before christmas, we were all at my house
The whole fucking family, except for my spouse. The kitchen smelled good from my mom's care, In hopes that the family would all remain there.
The children were playing video games in their room, While the adults all got drunk and turned up the volume. And mamma baking pie, while papa drank his beer Had just settled on the couch to lend me their ear.
When out in the driveway there arose a drunk man From the way that he sounded I thought it was Tarzan. Away from the couch I flew like a flash, to go out in the driveway and beat his drunk ass.
The moon on the top of his little ol' head Gave the lustre I needed to target him dead. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a trashy looking ho with a twelve pack of beer.
With a little tight dress, that went right up near her clit I knew it a moment she was a stupid bitch. More rapid than eagles my fists went untamed, And I swore, and I shouted, and I called her these names.
"Now cuntface! Now whore! Now bitch and slut! On, hooker! On asshole! on pussy and such! To the fucking curb! to the street you go! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away ho!
As dry leaves crunched beneath my feet when I flew It took only one punch and then the bitch was through. So back to the house my whole family went, With a fist full of drinks and my husband "The Dink."
And then, in a whisper, I heard from the ground A young girl crying she wasn't from town. As I drew in my head, thinking of what to say, The young girl passed out where on the ground she lay.
She was pathetic to look at from head to toe, It was obvious to see this girl didn't know. The bundle of panties that went up her crack, Made her look helpless, lying there on her back.
Her eyes were closed shut! There were no dimples to see! Her cheeks were all bloodied, her nose all puffy! Her tight little mouth was open wide, While her chin looked disproportionate and off to the side.
The stump of a pipe I saw next to her junk, Was packed right full, of mass fucking skunk. She had a fucked up face and little tiny tits, That peeked out of her top, like a little pebbles of shit.
She was skinny and white, a right skanky young lass, And I started to feel sorry, I had justed kicked her ass! A blink of her eye and a twitch of her head, Soon gave me to know that she wasn't dead.
She spoke not a word, but went stumbling straight to the road, And pulled her dress up, she must have felt numb to the cold. And putting her finger up for me to see, She squatted right down and started to pee.
She sprang to the corner, to get her next hustle, And away she went with a guy in a bustle. But I heard her exclaim as she drove out of sight, "I brought your husband home, cause he couldn't fuck all night!"
MERRY CHRISTMAS and fuck all y'all
By:Maddy Dolly
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