Turning into your parentsUnable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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my parents are cold, dead and six feet underI'm hoping I can come to some sort of a deal with God, any god, so I don't have to follow in the pallbearers' footsteps.
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nightbuffalo needs more duct tape, Fri 1 May 2009, 2:33,
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