For artists and collectors sponsored by Intercal...your mohair supplier and Johnna's Mohair Store
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 mother used to do.
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Tami - were you peering through my windows last night??? :crackup:
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: Soooo, I wasn't the only one in need of chocolate last night?
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:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: I am need of laughs just now thanks Tami
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Hugs, Jane.