Gentlemen Beware.
Grandy learned a joke the other day.
What do you get when you cross PMS with a GPS?
A BITCH WHO KNOWS HOW TO FIND YOU!!!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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7 comments:
Hmmm. Ive taken note thanks Grandy. Nice joke btw haha!
Remind me not to piss you off.
(giggles) I like that one.
sounds like some of the corrections officers that i worked with I'll get around to taking about the wommen C/O'S later.
I love it!!
I'm going to pass this one on...
have a great weekend!!
I can relate! Er, what I bother to remember, anyway. :-D
Ha! Love it. I'd hope animal control found him first. Then, I'd let his sorry a$$ rot away in the pound and hope he got a raging case of pinworms and mange in the process. Do I sound like a woman scorned? ;-)
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