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No feminist statement intended here. It was just a dream I had the other night. Obviously I ate too many Nacho chips before falling asleep.
Blue eyed Tom had always feared for an ordinary life. So, with great resolve and cynicism at a surprisingly early age, Tom vowed to prevent just such a predicament. Despite his conservative outward appearance, Tom was indeed a mover and a shaker. Here today, life of the party, gone tomorrow, when the mess needed cleaning up. Motels were his home for the past twenty years and broken hearts often littered his treacherously icy trail. It was a rare day when this little man would chance a glance back.
Her mother had very little trouble during the birth of this child. Contrary to most, it was an extremely fast labour. The infant shot out unexpectedly while her mother was waiting to pay for her very fresh avocados at the checkout stand of the local grocer. The unfortunate child hit the cement floor, of course head first, then recoiled up from the tension of the umbilical cord, then again settled beneath her astonished mother and the bagger boy. The impact from hitting the floor head first created a swelling in the cranium which never subsided, thus explaining the young girls very large forehead.
A skeptical woman with eyelashes you can sweep the floor with. Someone just told her, she had a lovely nose, designed for the fodder of a poets pen.
I thought I'd open my blog with this image! I like that I look sexier than I really am... but you don't need to know that information now do you?