My last contraband, Brown Sugar & Cinnamon Poptart was consumed this morning at breakfast. I'm in mourning. Please direct all messages through my assistant.
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Tuesday, 30 May 2006
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Dear Shannunsassistunt,
Tell that there Shannun she shu'nt be eatin' no pop tarts if she wants to stay in them there jeans wot make 'er ass look goood!
Oh yeah, an' the missus wants 'er parrot back wot she roasted in the chimley!
Tell 'er Cl;etus said so..or summat!
Posted by: TC | Wednesday, 31 May 2006 at 01:18 PM
So you are expecting a "care Package" from Mum hey?
Posted by: ktlou | Thursday, 01 June 2006 at 10:43 PM
What can we do alleviate your suffering? I hate to see you like this...
Posted by: Mr. Fabulous | Saturday, 03 June 2006 at 04:05 PM
TC - There are some things a girl can't give up...and leave the bird out of this!
ktlou - I never 'expect', only 'hint'. :)
Mr. Fab - It's a sin to forgo a balanced breakfast, and it just ain't the same without desert!
Posted by: Shannon | Monday, 05 June 2006 at 03:35 PM