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Our Ruthy’d been a special kind of pain in the ass.
Don’t start none, won’t be none.
“Use your inside voice, baby,” he mumbled. “Your inside voice.” “This is my INSIDE VOICE,” I whispered loudly.
karma is elegant, and God sees everything.
the Bugs Bunny–shaped car deodorant stinking up the front seat like a wintergreen-scented
That story about how her fifteen-year-old son came home high after “basketball practice” and called her a bitch. Let me ask you something, Dear Lord, what exactly are we supposed to do with children like this? And what do we do when the men disappear and we have to raise them ourselves? You tell me, Dear Lord. Do we beat them? And if so, how hard? How long?
tell you, the worst type of womanizer is the former geek.
