Welcome to marykate1's poetry corner. You're guaranteed to feel pain one way or another.
This could make an interesting angst-filled country song if she'd throw some stuff about horses into it.
How about, I don't know, DON'T EAT. It feels like I'm doing all the thinking around here.
That's it for this week. Thanks to my forum friends Marxux, AvidAcid, Iceberg-Slim, touqueguy, puffery, The-Real-Game, dsmurf, Dr Benzene, sturr, jackelope, anotherone, Musophobic, Spacecow, ImTallGermanJoe, Shmorky, Kyaris, and steveneccles.
If you know of a real stinker of a forum for a future Weekend Web, or if you're about to cast some kind of spell on me, please let me know about it!
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
This ain't your daddy's globe...! .... or is it?!
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