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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
mr. and mrs. jones
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- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
5 comments:
Mom, umm, why do you have a pack of cigarettes between your butt cheeks?
I was wondering the same thing. A reference to "blowing smoke out your ass" maybe?
p.s. And how is it that questionchild and I know that those are butt cheeks?
Those are not butt cheeks. Those are my thighs just above the knee, where I could hang on to the cigs to keep them from FALLING—get it? Do you guys have sex on the brain or what?
Thighs.... ummmmm.
C would have to be a yoga master to take a picture of a pack of cigarettes between her butt cheeks. And while she has been called many things..I doubt yoga master was one of them. C is more of a realist and it would not be pragmatic for her to pull a butt out of her bum when she wanted a smoke.
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