see boy, like our mon mon (my dog). maybe there's a dinosaur under our garden too.
and she goes, "DUN BE SO GREEDY NEXT TIME. U MIGHT END UP KILLING YOURSELF" i really wonder which way she was meaning it.
nope, no story here.
Monday, August 07, 2006
My mom
my mother has a sense of humour that does not revolve around making me life as constricted as she possibly can after all. to my horror, she has now discovered the humour of the lame with a touch of cuteness.
see boy, like our mon mon (my dog). maybe there's a dinosaur under our garden too.
and she goes, "DUN BE SO GREEDY NEXT TIME. U MIGHT END UP KILLING YOURSELF" i really wonder which way she was meaning it.
nope, no story here.
see boy, like our mon mon (my dog). maybe there's a dinosaur under our garden too.
and she goes, "DUN BE SO GREEDY NEXT TIME. U MIGHT END UP KILLING YOURSELF" i really wonder which way she was meaning it.
nope, no story here.
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