January 20th, 2009
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
6 comments:
wow, you're really ahead of your time, Dorothy.
I'm fascinated by your posts today, and I'm choosing to appreciate the poetry instead of trying to understand the meaning.
Dear Dorothy,
BELIEVE ME
we'll be cracking those beers on that day like it was 1999.....
I agree, I like the sentiment, but confess I missed the larger point. (if there was one).
Bush's Last Day in Office!
Yeah, I gotta agree with these guys...nobody knows what you're talking about anymore.
There really is no place like home. That bears repeating.
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