
so - my Frank came home dead again last night and I said to him, I said Frank! think of the neighbours will you... and so he went next door and ate their brains
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Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:23,
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he gained their knowledge and he found out that Mr. Next door had been spying on my hanging out my unmentionables and receiving some sort of sexual gratification from it... well of course that was it, Frank had me down stairs in my rollers and my nightie washing and hanging out my grundies while he attended to his chap
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Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:25,
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my gusset was wringing by the time it was all over
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Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:27,
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you should try being maried to a vampire... He spend s FORTUNE on sunblock, and never buys me anything pretty. And if I'm not washing lipstick out of his collar, I'm washing blood out of mine.
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Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:27,
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you're a SAINT for what you put up with from that man of yours Dorris, a freaking SAINT... I'll always remember that New Year's party we all went to at Ethyl's... I mean I know she puts on a mean spread, and I know she's one of them Vegetablarians, but killing their dog and eating it's insides at the table... in front of the children... oh you must have been mortified!
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Thu 6 Nov 2008, 9:30,
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