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Smed - 2006-03-30 10:13:31
Hell, you ain't boring. And you'd better answer the phone when we call you during the CHAAAADING, and I wanna hear the uncensored version, too, ma'am!
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jess - 2006-03-30 11:43:48
Jackie, can I come be your daughter? Your really big daughter? LOL. You are letting Beavis take off school to go skiing. You are one awesome mom. xoxo - me
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Dawn (webmiztris) - 2006-03-30 12:29:25
i know exactly what you mean with the blogroll thing - when I'm caught up, nothing is going on, and when I'm behind, there's too much going on! ELE scares me and I don't even know him. yes, PLEASE keep him away from your kids! lol I'd hate for your kids to become the type that torture small animals. and him knowing about sex shows how bad a job of parenting his folks are doing. Do they let him watch After School Porn Specials or what?
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Brianna - 2006-03-31 01:13:17
You want drama? Im to lazy to update my diary, and ill tell you since your a mom. Ok fuck my neighbor, control freak bitch GARRR. She banned my little brother from her house, from playing with her kid FOR THROWING ORANGES. Let me start from the beginning, so this woman marries our next door neighbor 2 years ago, I knew the husband and two daughters because I was always down there. She had a then 3 year old son, cute as can be and always came down to our house to play with our HUGE labrador that was 3 times bigger than him. She was nice, and my mom liked her son so he came down to play with my brother who is 5 years older then him. Fine, they really matched yah know? They both liked to do quiet things, and our moms took turns babysitting and taking them places. All good until this year when she starterd walking her son to kindergarten and she asked Josh [my bro] to come with them every morning. If she didnt like what he was wearing, she would send him home to change. If he was wearing the wrong kind of socks, he had to change them. My brother looked up to that women, as controlling as she was. And I might add here, it wasnt like were dressed in rags. My mom lets us go free up to a point, were always clean [ok there is some questioning about me washing my pants after 3 times of wear] and we dont have holes in our clothes. But apparently green pants with a red shirt is beyond unacceptable? Anyways so it started she wouldnt let her son come down to our house, we have ALOT of pets and apparently he has alot of allergies to our animals and he gets sick when he comes down. So they had to play at his house. Fine, but then Tylers older sisters became REALLY rude to my little brother, telling him he was unwanted in there house, he smelled and couldnt play on there trampoline, you get it. So then Tylers mom started yelling at my brother for the littlest things, accidentally sitting on the furniture, be to loud, and if Tyler pissed my brother off he did the right thing and walked away, but apparently that wasnt good. So the other day he goes down, and the older girls tell him everyone hates him and never to come back. But later he does, and hes hanging outside with Tyler, his self esteem already DEPLETED, and Tyler threw a orange and him so Josh threw it back and Tyler threw it again and the mom said [quote]Ok, Tyler needs to play with children his own age from now on[end quote] THE FUCK!?! You fucking kid is 5, he is going to throw oranges no matter WHO he plays with. Your just a fucking control freak who wont let her boy do anything but inside stuff. My brother is devastated, im pissed. Hunny omg =( thats drama. <3 Brii
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Jamie - 2006-03-31 07:39:32
Hey think I could borrow Hub to come and lecture Evil Little Aidan? And my updates are boring as Hell... at least yours are always highly entertaining. Oh and lets see pics of Hubs finger. Yeah I'm a sicko like that :P
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Kelly - 2006-03-31 10:31:07
hubs lectures rock. thats funny as hell!
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