A Woman's Poem He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... Like his MOMMA used to do.
by tomyolch
Fri Sep 29 14:39:06 PDT 2006 (2 years ago)
:-* :-D ;-) :-) THAT WON'T HAPPEN WITH ME,I TAKE GREAT PRIDE IN TAKING CARE OF MYSELF,I GUESS THAT WOULD MAKE ME ANY WOMANS' DREAM GUY,EH? (BUT DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) :-* :-* :-* :-* :-* :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D
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:-D :-D :-D
reply8-| :-@ :-( he had it coming! :-D :-D :-D
reply:-) ;-) IF ALL ELSE FAILS,WHENEVER IN DOUBT...... :-* :-D :-D :-D
reply:-O :-O :-O :-O MOTHER KNOWS BEST!!!! :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D
reply:-* A quick learner!
reply8-| :-D :-D serves him right! ;-)
replyI agree with schlimme! :-)
reply:-D Mama's Boy!
reply:-* :-D ;-) :-) THAT WON'T HAPPEN WITH ME,I TAKE GREAT PRIDE IN TAKING CARE OF MYSELF,I GUESS THAT WOULD MAKE ME ANY WOMANS' DREAM GUY,EH? (BUT DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) :-* :-* :-* :-* :-* :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D
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