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GiGi, hop a plane to Heathrow and show this chick how anal-milf is done.


Where the fuck is GiGi? She's been gone a few weeks now.

i'm still here... squirrels chewed through my phone line, THEN the computer fried... spent two weeks trying to figure out which of my two cats was peeing and pooping all over the house... caught "jules jordan" in the act (thank god it wasn't "skeeter", as he is my favorite)... the fucker bit me on my leg when i was trying to get him into the cat carrier to drop his sorry ass back at the shelter where we originally got him... cat bites are notorious for bad infections, and i'm deathly allergic to the best antibiotic for treating them, so i've spent ten days on mad doses of less-effective antibiotics, which left me completely fucking sick AND still with horribly infected cellulitis... each puncture has had to be sliced open and debrided TWICE. my leg looks disgusting, but the vicodin is nice , not to mention new carpet and rugs... oh, and i'm getting the kids' halloween costumes ready; the little one is a police officer, my daughter a "spider witch bride" and the oldest is an army general. i've been painting camo on his M-16 and other accessories, making dog tags and medals and shit. i spent $30 on his army fatigues, and like another $100 on goofy shit at the craft store to finish it... he's like, "um, mom, you REALLY don't have to put a second coat of antiquing glaze on my m16, just more blood please."
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"I'm going to spend the rest of the weekend deep frying the fuck out of anything that gets in my way." --Handful