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June 01, 2006
It's
...breeding.
Posted by tree hugging sister at June 1, 2006 01:01 PM
Comments
Oh joy!
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at June 1, 2006 01:12 PM
Which one? The left one or right one?
Posted by: Robb Allen (Sharp as a Marble) at June 1, 2006 01:14 PM
Hahahahahaha!
Now I've got to clean my screen. Thanks Robb!
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at June 1, 2006 01:15 PM
Oi. The good news is, we know that Mr. Summers isn't the father.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at June 1, 2006 01:52 PM
That was insensitive, Jeff. Are you saying Mr. Summers wouldn't be open for solicitation or that he wouldn't have been solicited at all?
Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 1, 2006 01:55 PM
He's got a rap sheet for solicitation, from what I hear.
Or maybe it is a rap song about solicitation; all the sugar from the Dunkin' Donuts goes straight to my head.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at June 1, 2006 01:57 PM
You know whose fault this is. If that dumbshit had just given her the $20 mil, she would have slunk away into obscurity and THS wouldn't be posting stuff like this.
Posted by: Ken Summers at June 1, 2006 02:10 PM
As long as you don't blame the messenger. I only calls 'em as I sees 'em.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 1, 2006 02:19 PM
I'm thinking that Mr. Summer's heart has already been captured, and he would never seek, ummmm, greener pastures.
Or would that be alpine pastures?
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at June 1, 2006 02:49 PM
Yo-de-lay-who-knows?
Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 1, 2006 02:55 PM
Just the news to cheer my afternoon. "Is it just me or did Earth get stupider?"
Posted by: Nightfly at June 1, 2006 06:08 PM
Doesn't she already have one son?
Posted by: Emily at June 1, 2006 07:31 PM
She sure does, Emily. Poor thing had to spend his tweener years growing up with the cameras for her reality show around.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 1, 2006 10:25 PM
I've twenty bucks that says she got knocked up by a dirty public toilet seat.
Posted by: Gunslinger at June 1, 2006 10:59 PM
I'm thinkin' Paul McCartney, Guns...
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at June 2, 2006 08:42 AM