Last Thursday my daughter called to tell me that my grandson was runing around the house screaming "I love your ******." One of my other daughters and I inforce the lecture he was give about saying ****** at school would be a bad thing. That was 2 days short of his 5th bithday, so we plan to tell this story for years when he starts dating.
My daughter had come home with a chocolate ****** for her husband, after seeing my ex in a proformance of the play "The ****** Monologues," where ex goes to college. Grandson saw it and loving chocolate wanted a bite. He knew what it was, due to his mom using the correct body names, when he asked guestions about his sister while her diaper was changed. Other two daughters refused to go see their father, the trangender who will not get his dick cut off as long as he owes me back child support, in a play we all would otherwise have wanted to see.
All I have to do is use "The Voice" and my grandchildren listens to me and knows I mean buiness. I have another "Voice" used when I read and sing to them that they love to hear too. My ex is the mean grandmom.
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In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
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Remind me to tell you what she said later.