Two Fan Clubs


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After posting such a thing on beauty, I feel rather foolish to say this, but I cannot resist.

Last night, my little brother informed me that my fan club is back and growing. But even more popular, is the fan club for my boobs. Yes, you read it correctly. I was just as horrified and aghast when I heard. In fact, in inspired some serious soul searching and gazing into the mirror to see if my boobs were as large as purported. Bottom line: I say no, everyone else says yes.

What can I say? I am so popular, I have to have more than one fan club. Someone save me from this hellish ordeal.


3 Responses to “Two Fan Clubs”

  1. Anonymous Anonymous 

    WELL THERE AINT NO FANE CLUB FOR YOU AT SBA LOL :)
    OR THE MARINES

  2. Blogger Porkchop 

    And, let me assure you, it is the highest of my aspirations to have a fan club at SBA, or from the Marine Corps for that matter.

  3. Anonymous Anonymous 

    thats why they used you haha and y you always talk bad about jared i read a bunch of other post you wrote read the one called"infamous post"

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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