I'm up late, surfing the web reading the same freaking stories for the zillionth time because I have cramps and I'm grumpy and I have 57 Channels and nothin's on.
And my cat just walked across this, and scared me so bad I peed my pants.
I swear.
I'm going to have a beer and watch ROME again.
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Remember the good ole' days, when kids had to play with their toys, instead of their toys playing for them?
My FP Schoolhouse didn't make noise if the cat stepped on it, is all I'm saying.
Wait until Dora's backpack starts singing at 3:00 am and wakes you up out of a dead sleep.
Faulty wiring or Poltergeist?
Hey, you're right! There is drinking!
Yeah, ummm. Fur Real Babies? Do. NOT. Get. One. Those f'ing things are posessed and perverted.
1) The break into fur real baby talk at 3 am when I could have sworn they were OFF!
and
2) When you walk into the room in the morning clad in nothing but a t-shirt they totally go "Prrrrrr, Prrrrrrr!" o.O
Kid you not.
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