Xmas Shopping at the Big Mall (eight words)
i loathe
my role
in this
killing machine
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.
i loathe
my role
in this
killing machine
Labels: Eight Words
3 comments:
Word up.
Headup.
Handmade gifts.
Happy birthday!
We did all of our shopping in one day, yesterday. In two stores. I will not be a part of this any longer. We bought as few Chinese things as possible... Tonka truck for the g'son, a pop up tent and sleeping bag for the g'daughter, the rest get one 'something needed' gift to unwrap and cash.
We are trying to clear consumerism from our home. Oh, and next year... yeah, homemade stuff. And cash.
I'm definitely with you on this one.
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