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My Car My Truck My House

My car My truck My bank account My house My children I stared at the woman Do you mean our car, our truck, our bank account? Sure she agreed His too, and this is my yard, my garden cart, my tree, He came out of the house Can I get my breakfast? He asked her Please do, she replied

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Quoth Theraven

Date: 2/9/2020 6:09:00 PM

Caren, All I can say is..,my oh my... I like to go out for breakfast anyway. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/10/2020 12:00:00 PM

I imagine you do.

Eric Ashford

Date: 2/9/2020 11:00:00 AM

Loved this one Caren. You nailed it.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/10/2020 12:01:00 PM

Thank you Eric.

Line Gauthier

Date: 2/9/2020 10:12:00 AM

I know someone who speaks this way... in front of her husband! It's all about her house, her wedding, her honeymoon, her bedroom, her car, her trip. I brought this to her attention... it went in one ear out the other! I totally don't understand it.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/10/2020 12:01:00 PM

I think it is hilariously weird.