HEY: My friend Garrett is raising money to go on a trip to Ghana to teach Rugby to the Ghanist… Ghananian… the children of Ghana. Donate to a mostly worthy cause, won’t you? Details are here.
HEY: My friend Garrett is raising money to go on a trip to Ghana to teach Rugby to the Ghanist… Ghananian… the children of Ghana. Donate to a mostly worthy cause, won’t you? Details are here.
Cute story about to turn evil.
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Er… Have you considered calling in the white jackets?
Why, frequently. Yes.
I believe you should act on this compulsion.
Yeeeeessssssssssssss…
my grandmother can’t remember my husband’s name… or much of anything else either.
That’s charming, not evil!
use of the word “improper”… sounds like my mother…
ooooh shit.
I don’t have any grandparents left–both my grandfathers were awesome, my mom’s dad especially who played Rainbow connection on the banjo–and both my grandmother’s were lovely ladies, my mother’s mother however, was strict and at times, down right cruel (telling my sister that if she didn’t stop eating her ass would be the size of a mac truck….) 😦 Sorry, man, it sucks.
Yeah, that’s about what mine sounds like too.
My mom’s mom was a saint and basically raised me because my mom would be doing the pastor thing and my dad worked at night.
Be nice to grandma Nnngh! she’s been through a lot 😛
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I…
I never expected this. You’re awesome
Not hardly, but you’re my friend. You deserve it.