the other day, it was 99cents of bliss. mama got a bunch of 99cent store goodies, cause she's poor and can't justify regular store goodies. one day it'll be dif... until then, she shopping-sprees with the gangly, zitty, meth addicts, 100 Hispanic children, freaky, old, squishy white dudes and the occasional LA chick who just discovered that the wonders of 99cent dental floss on a Daily Candy Dedicated E-Mail...
ziss...
became ziss...Became zissss... mmm....
Is anyone hungry for Yeats? How about some Reats? i know I am!
and last, but most def NOT least, a sweet angel of protection... Thwart the evil, prease!
99 hoorays!
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i'm so freaking confused by the jar of 'yeats'... perhaps it means "treats" in eastern uzbekistan.
just a thought. a really good one, i'm sure.
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