The ho-hum life of a nurse and massage therapist in New Hampshire.
Oh, PUHLEEZE. Last Christmas...I ordered a Rosary in the shape and size of a credit card for a friend who shops a lot. It was supposed to help with increased spending limits and lower interest rates. www.misspoppy.com. Of course I'm in the Bar Car on the Express Train to Hell. I've got a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Shall I save a seat for anyone?
I think (some) of the people purported to be headed for hell are waaaaay more interesting than the ones who're convinced they're headed for heaven...so save me a seat!
S'OK. The Express to Hell's Bar Car serves the really top-shelf hooch.No ice in the drinks, though.
i love crowds, hate to be alone, and i don't think anybody will be up there in heaven, lonely floating around with a harp on a clould, looking down on the party below, so as amormon i'll be down with all you common floks doing my think which will be talking
almost as amusing.....those crown airfresheners that are the size of a grapefruit......popular in hoopties with 24" rims!!!
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