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 [...]

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