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Saturday, June 7, 2014

"Marica, what the f&*^ is gong on?"

Cough. Spew. Sputter.

 "Umhum. What was that? Dial?'

 "Irish Spring."

 "rUUFf!"

 Cough. Spew. Sputter.

 "I take it 'f&*^' is not an acceptable word."

 "You are correct, Missy."

 Cough. Spew. Sputter.

 "That Irish Springs's some nasty s^$#."

 "Rrrruuuffffffff."

 "Oh NO! Please not more Irish Spring!"

 "ruff."
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2 comments:

  1. AggieJune 8, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    LOL crazy lady, we shall have adjoining padded rooms.

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  2. UnknownJune 8, 2014 at 2:25 PM

    You mean Irish Spring, the soap? Is sister getting a bath?

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