I Was WRONG!!!

Perhaps not as lofty as Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, but I’m convinced meaning lies within. In my dream, I was at my Aunt Mary’s house (my real great aunt). But Aunt Mary’s house wasn’t Aunt Mary’s house. Her real house is an old two-story with lots of dark wood and antique fixtures. The dream house…
So, Shawna got the generic Hydrocortisone cream out of the medicine cabinet for personal rashy reasons. Don’t worry… not THAT personal. She didn’t, for instance, need the separate directions on the back of the tube specifically for “external anal itching,” though she did take note of them. Here are the directions – “When practical, cleanse…
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Okay when I first read this I thought you were kidding. The fact that it was really there made me laugh, although it wasn’t really a ‘ha-ha’ kinda laugh it was more a ‘wow this is really f’ed up’ kinda laugh.
Fast forwarding helped this part too.
And what the hell was Rachel Ray even there for?
I admit. If I hadn’t seen it myself, it might have been hard to believe the dancing food thing.