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| This is my life. Hovering in the middle of nowhere, no one around for miles, in an airtight slap-stink brick-shithouse. There's bloody-wall-shit. I'm not even sure what tha-.. littlehandprints | |
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| Nothing to ruin pumping pre-baby batter like the crusting and lumping of post-baby splatter | |
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