Yesterday morning I had to take my boy to the orthodontist for molds and pictures for the braces. As we were waiting for his name to be called, we were the only clientele in the waiting area and three receptionists were behind the counter. One receptionist was talking loudly about her nineteen year old step daughter moving out when things came to a
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don't you have a fucking heart in that oven baked, bleached and dyed, french tipped, baptized, nipped and tucked body of yours?
this is the best thing i've read all month.
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You are one amazing and strong woman...Kyle has a wonderful mom!
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