donna and
breecita are gonna eat me or something. If you don't hear from my by Saturday, it's because either they ate me, or my purty mouth is busy squealing like a pig.
That is all.
OH, ALSO: I think I popped my ear drum by smacking my ear lots trying to get it to stop rining. THIS IS NOT GOOD.
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... we are feeding you to her babies.
MAYBE!
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BUT I WOULD EAT YOUR MOM.
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(Also, no good on the ear drum situation.)
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(It's not really popped! Not enough pain or blood.)
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(This is a good thing.)
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YOUTHAT.DUELING BANJOS AND TASTY TREATS = JOY
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Psst...Donna and Bree, don't forget to check if her life insurance is up to date. Someone's got to pay for BBQ sauce and banjos.
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(Bring extra booze! We're having a PARTY!)
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