A blog that's not only one of a kind, but one of a kind and fucking funny. You may not laugh at everything, but I know for goddamn certain you'll laugh at something. People love watching train wrecks—and I’m happy to oblige. Because sharing these stories has taught me not to take life so seriously. And through my experiences with the blog I’ve found that honestly sharing my most humiliating stories not only makes people laugh, but helps them with their own problems.
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Monday, November 15, 2010
Motherly Advice
Hey Vicki, your daughter Claire wants to bone down. Why you gotta hate on that? I totally understand that you and your hubby did the "no-sex til marriage" thing but if she wants to drop her panties and do work, let her. Do you know how boring it would be getting a hand job, getting dome (that's code for a blow job) or munching box for a year, 6 months, 2 weeks? Maybe I'm missing something here? She's horny so let her body feel the need for a little dong action.
Yours Truly,
Caramel Seduction
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Art Piece of the Day
A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for her homework assignment.
The teacher graded it and the child brought it home. She returned to school the next day with the following note:
Dear Ms. Davis,
I want to be perfectly clear on my child's homework illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint surrounded by male customers with money. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm.
The teacher graded it and the child brought it home. She returned to school the next day with the following note:
Dear Ms. Davis,
I want to be perfectly clear on my child's homework illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint surrounded by male customers with money. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm.
This drawing is of me selling a shovel.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Harrington
Sincerely,
Mrs. Harrington
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