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I need not these whoremoans nor this baby baking box nor does my lover need me flopping like a flounder on the docks

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Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/2/2017 1:58:00 PM

ok with a title such as this I had to bite. This was the smile and laugh for the night. Thank you for that. You have a fun personality. Well done

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/2/2017 2:05:00 PM

Awesome! Thank you Lisa ;) My fun'ness makes up for my flailing banshee'ness, or everyone's too afraid to say otherwise. I mark the calendar with fair warning ;) xomo!

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/2/2017 1:59:00 PM

SO looking forward to "Life After Estrus" ;) xomo!

Jan Allison

Date: 3/2/2017 1:48:00 PM

ha ha ha oh those hormones have a lot to answer for!:-) hugs Jan xx

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/2/2017 2:02:00 PM

Computer glitch or perimenaupausal PMS miss... Lisa got your response ;) muchos hugs xomo!