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figbo · 29 September 2008, 11:13 PM

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard ...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and

smacked the shit out of him...

Like his mother used to do.

29 September 2008, 11:13 PM	#1
figbo "TRF" Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Real Name: El Raf-O Location: florida Watch: tt GMT2c,Omega Posts: 19,687	One for the ladies He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard ... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... Like his mother used to do.

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