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Saturday, May 16, 2009
Son #2 just made me laugh
How?
He told me that his teacher's husband's name is Moe Lester.
And that Moe Lester is a therapist.
Yup. Molester, the Rapist, has one loooooooonnnnnng row to hoe.
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That's a good one!
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