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...to remain a woman.
Here's to always having glassware within reach.
Yours truly in non-farting covert cover-ups,
Tiffany Yet To Be Determined xx
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She should just get a dog. Dogs are always a good excuse! ~C
ReplyDeletePoor Greta catches the blame for most of my gastrointestinal distress. *looks sheepish*
ReplyDeleteHowever, I am often proud of my belches. I think they are pretty fearless. :)
Pretty good-- but I say own it! I mean, something like 95% of "guy" humor is flatulence-based. We should take some for ourselves! I hiked Mt. Whitney once with a group of merchant sailors and commercial divers-- if you don't know the havoc altitude wreaks on that portion of your anatomy, you should try 14,000 feet. Anyway, it was too hard to dash into the bushes all the time so I just made it a contest. And I won!
ReplyDeleteI wish there was a "like" button for your comments. You've got me cracking.
ReplyDeleteC ~ Dogs. Yet another thumbs up for canines as the catalyst for the redistribution of blame.
Tanya ~ You and me, girl. You. And. Me. A pile of chinese food and we can take *that* show on the road.
Julie ~ I heart your ovaries. Merchant sailors and commercial divers?? (cozying up closer for more details).....