one of those depressing sighs (eight words)
thought i was ok.
nope.
thought wrong.
again.....
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.
thought i was ok.
nope.
thought wrong.
again.....
Labels: Eight Words
6 comments:
I love it when you sphinx-out like this. I have no idea what you're talking about, but it fuels the Mysterious Legend of Steakbellie.
El Mysterioso,
making us all wonder
yet again.
Back on the meds, huh? :)
hope it's better soon.
just stupid stuff we all deal with thanks
nope not on any meds anymore....
Those eight words can mean only thing -- explosive diarrhea.
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