No one else I know and love is allowed to get a divorce. No more. Stop it! I can't take it. And it's all about me, you know.
Poor cousins.
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Little Scrumpnugget
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- snusnu
- I'm an opera singer and SAHM. I live in Seattle with my husband Christian and daughter Viv, where we have a little red house which we share with two snakes, two box turtles, three parrots and all of my neuroses and allergies. God, we're going to be devoured by our pets.
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- Do you hear that popping sound? It's my eardrums ...
- Just get married already, or why I hate Whole Foods.
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- Happiness, schmappiness.
- The temptation to kiss it would be overwhelming.
- I really would just like a side salad.
- Sit. Your ass. Down.
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- Stop it, already!
- I KNEW IT!
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3 comments:
oh no, is it the air force pilot and his wife?
No, thank God. It's some lovely cousins you haven't met. They're two of my favorites, too. Sniff.
What's the plurality of divorced people - I wonder .
A bucket of nuts
A wimper of wimpers
A basket of cases
A Group of Gropers
A Chorus of Criers
What !
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