Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Doggy Love
Paul's dad called him while we were at a party last night:

"Pavelik, do you know where the dog is?! We came home and he's missing! Oh wait ... he's under the dining table. He's MAD! *click*"


freshly baked by Lily @ 2:26 PM 
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