Maybe her kid shouldn't give it up so easily. Did anyone think of THAT?

Yeah, maybe her mom is so mad because she just couldn't accept the truth....

I'm gonna whitefont this... because it's gross (deals with human waste).

"December 10, 2006 -- Police and firefighters yesterday rescued a Long Island man who had been trapped in his bedroom for four days after piling up a 7-foot-high mountain made up of bags of his own feces, jars of urine and other debris.

"An officer responded to Charles Ruoff's dilapidated home in Centerport around 3:30 a.m. after receiving an anonymous 911 call asking police to check up on the 64-year-old veteran who hadn't been seen in days.

"As he explored the house, the cop heard Ruoff calling weakly from a second-floor bedroom where he had walled himself in with a mountain of his own filth. He said he had been trapped since Tuesday."

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Yeah, maybe her mom is so mad because she just couldn't accept the truth....

Maybe mom should be more worried about little Suzy's juice box bringing all the boys to the school yard...

And if she MUST worry about dolls she should direct her concern to Tickle Me Elmo and Tickle Me Ernie and Tickle Me Cookie Monster and a couple of others because if you poke all of their tummies at once and pile them up you're left with nothing short of an ecstatic little Muppet orgy where they all writhe squirm and shout things like "Tickle Me!" "That feels GOOD!" "I'll rub your little ducky tummy" "Me want coooooookie" and "I loooooooooooooove you"...

You know. If someone ever did that. After playing the Grinch Drinking Game. And laughed until they cried. And took photos which made no sense in retrospect but, hey, they didn't have video...

I'm sorry, who's wearing the sea-shell bikini in this little scenario? Slut indeed. She's one to talk.

You know. If someone ever did that. After playing the Grinch Drinking Game. And laughed until they cried. And took photos which made no sense in retrospect but, hey, they didn't have video...

I don't know what is more disturbing, the thought that someone would do that, or that they would have all those items.

I don't know what is more disturbing, the thought that someone would do that, or that they would have all those items.

There is something about my Sister that makes people give her talking toys. Its a yearly phenomenon.

Now that we have a video camera we should re-enact the event. And put it on You Tube.

Maybe mom should be more worried about little Suzy's juice box bringing all the boys to the school yard...

Oh, god, the image in my head . . .

And curse you for making me no longer able to look my Ticky Me Elmo in the eye again.

I just wanted to pop in and say I got back last night from having a lovely time in Europe. Trips with my DH = SO FUN. I am at work trying to catch up through a major jet-lag haze, but will try to post lwhen I get home if awake.

Ye gods, my cow-orker was just talking about how we're in so much danger and that I should "start picking out my burka."

(I used the wrong spelling intentionally, because she wouldn't give forth the effort of finding out the right spelling of burqa.)

I can't imagine what it must feel like to live in that much fear.

(Cause we're not in danger, right? Right?! Please, someone send me a comforting blanket of liberally-biased truth.)

So, in an attempt to avoid doing my actual work, I just moved half my office stuff. Slowly, slowly, but some day I will have an actual office all to myself!!