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question: why does my hallway smell like baby formula?

maybe it's on fire

i mean, the last baby we had was cody

he'll be fifteen this year

...so something tells me it's not him


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random conversation du juor:

miriam: why would you be speeding even to get to the hospital?

brittany: well if i was on fire... and no one was home...

::pause::

brittany: of course the first thing i would do if i was on fire would be to get in a car and drive to the hospital

miriam: as opposed to calling an ambulance

brittany: or stopping, dropping, and rolling

miriam: right. now i had an excuse to say dumb things last night [this morning] when we were so tired, but it's twelve o'clock in the afternoon. you have no excuse.
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i never have an excuse


The current mood of bratnatch at www.imood.com
FIN. 11:12 p.m., Monday, Mar. 24, 2003

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