Maddy: Look at that horse's buttocks!
Brady: Buttocks? My buttocks- it says "Pfffffffttttttttttttttttttt!"
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I'm just your average single(ish) ENGAGED MARRIED(!?!?!) twenty-sixseven year old with two three kids, a meaningless job, a severe addiction to fried foods and reality TV, and plans to one day rule the world.
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- Murphy cannot resist my siren song.
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- The Desert Celebrates Something Withered That Is N...
- Avert thine eyes, Shari Lewis. Avert thine buttons...
- Because we know what's important in our family.
- Fart jokes always go over big.
- American Idle
- Slipping into frumpville.
- Chris has a REALLY BIG... sense of humor!
- Here's a story of a lovely lady who was bringing u...
- I'm so lucky I was outside today.
- Should be: cleaning out my dresser so Chris can ha...
- Notice anything different about me???
- All I need is a (Super)bowl of chips.
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