It is no longer midnight in the kitchen of good and evil. Thanks to my bottom lip. Who would of thought? Not me that's who. Hard work, over time, intelligence and a little dedication, is now out the door. When words turned to push causing shove, I clenched my fists. Good thing I didn't take the swing I was planning. A single tear did my work for me. My boss is on his knees. Goodbye tough girl. Hand me my velvet gloves.
Please.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
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3 comments:
The bottom lip has been the undoing of many a man. I figure, why scream when you can quiver?
Seems you've done some remodling since last I was round these here parts. I say right hook, left upper cut, and then a bitch slap. Ya gotta get in the bitch slap.
The place looks nice.
Miss you...
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