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Holland? America? Bitching about where I am, pining for where I'm not...with kids.
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- Friendly Neighborhood Dealers
- Little Mister Type A
- Dishwasher-In-Law
- The art of stealing art
- Swordfish, just for the halibut...
- Sweet Ride
- Howdy Pressing
- Future-Perfect
- Kruidnoten, slaves and presents
- Man Whore Awards
- Good morning, sunshine
- No "new" baby clothes
- Doctor, Doctor
- A whole box of cookies
- Public Service Announcement
- No respect
- Bad, bad mommy
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September
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2 comments:
You should go on strike.
Can't help it... I'm genetically programmed to insert Rodney Dangerfield jokes here.
-During sex my wife always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel.
-My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
-The other night, I told my wife, "I hurt my little pinky." She said, "It's all right. We're not gonna have sex anyway."
-I asked my wife, I said, "Last night, were you faking it?" She said, "No, I was really sleeping!"
-I tell you, my wife and I, we don't think alike. I mean, she donates money to the homeless, and I donate money to the topless.
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