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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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- Claudia
- 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.
6 comments:
Et tu, Claudine.
Li is think this coffin will be good for pieces of these Mack and Dangerman once Li has cut to shards.
Angelina saying Li has much to learn in way of beast, but is many hopes.
So, Lady. Liking new Man,this fierce Li?
Honorable uncle mean to say, cut to "pieces".
If I may say, poor man is lost mind. Uncle is take this herbal remedies, "Rooster Pills." Please, Courtny is famailar with many American ways, but what is this thing that will turn Uncle into poultry, and why he is wish do this over women?
All we needed was a little health food Viagra in the mix to make this a real blog. Has your uncle considered tiger bones? I hear they're quite popular as well. Available illegally worldwide. Consult your local dealer or google "get it up."
Todd,
I love this. Chris is now scared of you. But i really think this piece is v strong.
What now?
Is the coffin in your house?
Cheers!
Hannah
I am glad my mother and my psychic encouraged Tod to go ahead with this purchase.
They both felt the coffin was not haunted.
I stick to silver and jewelry, myself. But whatever. I mean, some of us have a thing for beady eyed-cruets, pocket dogs and french doors.
Or, in the words of the immortal Ian Fleming: Live and Let Die.
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