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Eskimo kids smoking, 1918
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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1 comment:
Where, do you suppose, are these kids parents??? Don't they know what their kids are doing? I would never let my daughter smoke, any more than I would let her knock out some old lady's teeth! By the way, she quit her job at Trackside Treasures before being put to the test. No cheek pinching, no grannies on the floor. However, just one more incidence in the "or what??" department. Last week she and her school group went on a five day field trip to Washington, D.C. Apparently, she and the ten other kids were waiting to tour the Whitehouse when Laura Bush emerged to get in her limo. Laura, who was only a stone's throw away from them, waived. Kate said to me " I thought about sticking my tounge out at her. " Did I raise her right, or what???? Bebe
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