Embracing the inner pink and living with intention and absurdity. I am woman, hear me roar.
This will be my new mantra.
When I get senile, I will base my love of people solely on how much they smell like pancakes.
I'm eating a chocolate bar the size of my head. It's been the sort of week.
That is so perfect. I can't wait to be senile.
Now that's some serious wisdom!
Nate, and you'll be muttering it under your breath,I'm sure,constantly.MRT-let's hope your nose doesn't go...Susan, and so your prayer is that you'll like any old person that looks like a chocolate bar?Tara, yes.Churlita-you could always do a lot of drugs and alcohol to speed it along.Bobby-seriously serious.
That was just perfect, thank you. I feel young again.
Amen, amen, amen!
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