Don’t Bitch Slap My Funny
My beloved funny got smacked right out of my pretty head at the end of October. Bitch slapped nonetheless.
I HATE when that happens.
My Giggle said going…Going…G-O-N-E!
Suicide punched me square in the gut, AGAIN, and now I am left pondering the meaning of “Jim Suicide Squared” or should I refer to them [...]

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