Life Lesson Learned Today:


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That two hundred and fifty pound women who do not bathe, should not wear belly shirts.


6 Responses to “Life Lesson Learned Today:”

  1. Blogger Rugger 

    I think I shall now gouge my brain out with a dull spoon. Thanks for such a vivid picture. :)

  2. Blogger JG 

    And..67 year old women, with endless amounts of cellulite, should not wear sheer white stretch pants and purple thongs...thank you for making us a free country..*shudders*

  3. Blogger steelcowboy 

    OR 250# women who do bathe. Either. Ever.

  4. Blogger Memphis Steve 

    You guys obviously have never been to Memphis. There aren't enough dull spoons to get all the ugly women's images out of your mind. Spandex and belly shirts and fat, ugly women everywhere you turn.

    Not that we don't have beautiful women here, too. It's just that the ugly ones somehow don't seem to know that they're ugly.

  5. Blogger JG 

    or just that the beautiful skinny ones are lodged between the rolls of the fat ones? imagine that smell..

  6. Blogger Sask 1 

    Such sick thoughts.
    Jiggling bellies and spandex

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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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