We all pitched in and bought Henry his very own g-string. So he could dance today for Iris. It's her birthday! Happy birthday, dear.
Do be careful with Henry tonight. He has the brittle bone, you know.
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- granny got game
- I have always wanted to be a whore. But my late husband, Mike wouldn't hear of it. The old bastard finally died. Now I can get my grits on.
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My dog Dubbin wants a bone of his own.
Happy birthday, Iris! Maybe they have a bone for Dubbin in the cafeteria.
I broke Ethel's keyboard LOL, but she wished you a happy birthday too....
Happy birthday Iris. That dude is for sure still good looking. Enjoy :)
I am just beside myself. I am glad at least SOMEONE in the world cares enough about a lonely old lady to perk me up!
I think all of our children who locked us up in this shithole should be lined up and shot.
Do you think that my daughter Peter even bothered to CALL me on my birthday? No! That little fairyboy BITCH was too busy getting a Brazilian wax to even remember! That little shit! I think of all the months I wasted suckling that boy on my breast, with his early cusping teeth yanking on my bosoms. It is HIS fault my boobs sag so low and you think the little shit could remember a birthday!
I'm done. Petra is dead to me I say. DEAD TO ME!
` Excuse me, but have any old men jumped out of windows in Willowbrooke, like, just now? If so, I think I live next door to you guys!
` (No, seriously! Check out my newest blog post, I'm not kidding!)
` Oh yeah, and happy belated, Iris. I haven't been by because of computer related electrical fires and such. It's been tough.
Well there was that time Henry strapped the rocket to his wheelchair and tried to launch himself out the window.
That dumbass.
` Ohhhhh... is that what happened?
Of course that is what happened! Do not question your elders SeeQuine. I have forgotten more things than you have ever learned, but I am quite certain it happened that way. Mostly. And even if it didn't happen that way, who the hell cares, it was Charles, I think. They both annoy the living shit out of me, dear. Though as you can see here, Henry is hung like a bear. A bear that is about to keel over and die, but a bear never the less!
I need lots of dirty underpinnings.
` I think most people do. They just don't want to admit it.
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