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Bitch, bitch, bitch. I have to stop procrastinating and I will, maybe tomorrow. Spring is here and I have a lot of work around the house. So I thought I would throw a few lines out today. These are just a few things that irritate me. I was going to say confuse me but if I did that I would be writing for a week. I will write again soon. Posted April 12, 2017 by kevingcox. Posted March 25, 2017 by kevingcox.

Puberty, Hugh and the Bunnies. Been thinking lately that women really got the bad, arse end, kak short end of this life. Really, we get our period, with period pains, swollen painful boobs and some smell sooo bad too. There is no such thing unless you go through menopause and come into your own. So this circle of life thing works how? Like, you d.