My husband says ridiculous things. I can no longer keep these things to my self. It's just not fair to the world. It's the same as burying a treasure on a deserted island and not leaving a map to its whereabouts.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Regulators
Me: Jake, you can't have a cripple arm when you dance.
Jacob: It's gansta.
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