It seems that everywhere I turn there is drama. Pretty much all my family are Republicans. A couple are pretty much centralists. Even our so called new President is nothing but a drama queen. Thanks a lot for turning the Country I love into a joke Donny J. Let's be honest Donny J Trumphas to be the biggest drama queen of all. Then there is my eldest daughter. She's seven going on twenty seven, like most kids her age I guess. That kid is so much like me it scares the crap out of me. My Mom once said to me, you know Cheryl now I know that God is just. On asking what she meant she replied. Well Honey God just gave you, you as a daughter. Now you'll understand what I went through lol. I have a bikini beach story that I was hoping to publish in the next week or two. With the problems I've heard about the other site stealing short stories. I'm wondering if I should bother.
So much drama!
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If you stop posting...
...then the bastards have won. Seriously, if bad behavior drives out good behavior humanity is doomed.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
I understand you being upset
But this is not the place for making political slurs toward the president just because the candidate you voted for lost
We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
Just becauses
I was making slurs about the man when he was a {SLUR DENOTING LACK OF INTEGRITY DELETED} real estate developer in the 1990s. Nothing he has done or said since has changed my mind, so it isn't just some sour grapes reaction to the results of an election. But I won't make these slurs here, no Sluree! Or if I do they will be cleverly worked into a story; Like in this upcoming chapter from OFF THE DEEP END, in which my newly transformed heroine Suzie is getting a ride back to Earth with some bizarre tentacle aliens who are addicted to terrestrial television broadcasts:
Yaugh wanted to watch The Apprentice, so we went into one of the saucer's many TV rooms to watch that. But the bellowing man all with the crazy hand gestures and the scary orange hair yelling “YOU'RE FIRED!” with such malicious glee terrified Yeoman Yo, so he and I went into another room where he tried to teach me a card game played with a deck of big triangular cards.
But with his limited vocabulary and the card's weird spaghetti-like markings I not only never learned the rules but I couldn't tell one card from the next.
So I taught him how to play 52 Pickup- a game he loved, running around picking up cards and bringing them back to me pretty much for the whole trip home. With a deck of seventy-seven cards it wasn't regulation 52 Pickup, but Yo didn't seem to mind...
Well shit, I guess it really CAN happen here..,
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