Sara is sitting in a kid-sized camp chair watching with a ... calculator. Apparently, it's the Best Toy Ever.
If you enter the right numbers and flip it over, you can spell words. Like "hELL."
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Sara is sitting in a kid-sized camp chair watching with a ... calculator. Apparently, it's the Best Toy Ever.
If you enter the right numbers and flip it over, you can spell words. Like "hELL."
If you enter the right numbers and flip it over, you can spell words. Like "hELL."
If she's figured out how to do that at three and a half, I'm getting her on Letterman.
Excuse me. I seem to have hiccups.
If you enter the right numbers and flip it over, you can spell words. Like "hELL."
And "BOOBIES."
And "BOOBIES."
Heh. In 5th grade, I don't think any of us figured out that one.
ahhh... the good part of summer, when no one is bored.
ahhh... the good part of summer, when no one is bored.
yeah, that's scheduled for about seventeen minutes from now.
I haba code.
And I hab bo much boo do.
But all I wanna do ib bleep.
Oh, feel better vw! And health-ma.
Oh, for fuck's sake. The situation with L's maybe-hopefully-ex has gone from bad to freaking insane.
Who, other than a craxy person, email's his estranged wife's friends to admonish them for her behavior?