Back in the saddle again…oh, and i ran 13.1 miles, in a row!

I hope you sang that first half of the title as per the song all twangy like and that it’s stuck in your head all day, otherwise, you did it wrong.

I’ve been away from this blog for several weeks other than to use it to harass all of you for votes for the Blogger-Idol contest, so now that I’ve been dumped from that contest for good, I feel good to be back among the blogger living, so to speak, so let’s do some catchin’ up.

First of all, thank you again to everyone who voted for my posts during my brief Blogger-Idol run. There are some really great writers competing in that contest, some of whom (some of who? which is it?) write for a living, so I’m not ashamed to have lost to any of them. That doesn’t mean that I think my post was the worst by any stretch, it just wasn’t a good fit for that week’s group of judges and I was in the hole a little bit that you great supporters of mine couldn’t dig me out of. Ha, supporters…like a bunch of jock straps! Pffft, no, YOU shut up! Moving on, damn, this coffee is strong.

Some of you may recall that I was stunned a bit in May by Cool’s honest question that only a four year old could get away with asking:

I don't know, son. Why are you such a douche!?

I don’t know, son. Why are you such a douche!?

His innocent suggestion that I was becoming a fat ass, coupled with the infamous fat guy on a little bike photo (you’ll have to click the link to the post to see it, as I’m not making you laugh and feel better about yourself without some effort on your part),  prodded me into wanting to lose some weight.

While it went ok for a little while, I lost interest in the whole eating better and drinking less plan and actually gained weight instead.

Probably because she noticed that I was becoming a total fatass, old friend and neighbor Margo suggested that I run another half marathon with her. While I’m sure she’d suggest that she had only my best interests in mind when she asked me, what I heard was, “hey fatass, I bet you can’t finish a half marathon again you fat fuck loser!” So of course, I accepted her challenge.

For twelve weeks, I ran every single Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. A couple of times I ran in a light rain, and once it was a torrential downpour, but I did it. From three miles to eleven miles, I didn’t miss a day. I ate a lot smarter and I’ve lost some weight and a little bit around the old waistline.

This past Saturday was the big day, race day. I’d hoped to beat my previous time and crack the two hour mark, but the course was against me. I hadn’t ever paid much attention to Kansas City, but this is pretty much what it looks like while running:

Fuck you, KC! And the hills upon which you were built.

Fuck you, KC! And the hills upon which you were built.

See how skinny I’ve gotten?

So the run basically sucked balls, but I did finish it and I beat my 2011 time by four minutes. I’m sad to report that I didn’t break the two hour time so I think I’ll have to keep trying until I do.

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I had to finish the entire run to get this fancy beer coaster.

Aside from the hills, Wife and I enjoyed our time in Kansas City.

We were so blessed that my Uncle Dude and Aunty N watched the kids for us so we could venture to KC by ourselves. I don’t recall missing the kids one single time this weekend, which is rare! Shhhh, don’t tell Wife or kids I said that though.

They were in capable, non grandparent hands, so I had no cause for concern I guess.

Although you didn’t ask, the kids are doing great as well.

G$ is going through some phase where he likes to wear whatever he wants to wear, which has included snow and cowboy boots with shorts, as well as capes and funny hats. He made me dress him all gangsta last week.

The suburbs be the new hood...

The suburbs be the new hood…

Ace and Cool are doing great as well. Todd was nice enough to invite them and I to the game five playoff series clincher against the Pirates and we had a hellofagood time!

Go Cards says Ace! Or I may have just said yes, she can have some cotton candy. Whichever.

Go Cards says Ace! Or I may have just said yes, she can have some cotton candy. Whichever.

I’ll cut myself off here so I have more goodies to share later on, but suffice to say, life’s been good and I’m glad to be back in a routine that will include being able to read your posts as well as update my own with better content than “please go vote for me!” Oh, speaking of that, here’s my obligatory farewell post for them. I wrote it while I was way drunk last night.

I had a really good time in the contest and I’m sad to be out of it, if nothing else because of the camaraderie with the other contestants. The judges all made good points, outside of the police report comparison, but that’s sour grapes on my part.

Hey, look what I saw in a ghettoriffic KC Walgreens!

princess frog pants

Coupons!!

Princess froggy drawers here was buying a shit-ton of energy drinks and flavored teas which I hope will give her the energy she needs to put on some fucking real pants next time she leaves the house.

Thanks all!! Talk soon.

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Very quick – vote for donofalltrades right now, it’ll take 5 seconds!

Ok friends, it’s that time again, I need your votes this week more than the previous weeks for sure.

The judges did not care much for my post, probably because they suck since it can’t be me, right? Whatever.

Anyway, click here to vote —————> http://blogger-idol.com/?p=324

Click on the little circle next to donofalltrades and then scroll down to click vote now! Do it on your computer and cell phone and tablet and then go to the library and do it on all those computers too!!! That’s apparently how this needs to be done!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks all! I appreciate all of your help!

Be sure to read the post too and tell me what you think. The judges weren’t crazy about it, but I’d rather know what you guys think honestly.

 

Don

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A guest post with Deliberate Donkey and the week three blogger-idol play along…

Today I’m guest posting over at Deliberate Donkey, rambling on about domestic violence from a police officer’s, well this officer’s perspective.

Go check it out, Melanie is great!

Also, the week three posts have pretty much all been submitted, including mine. It’s not a funny post, but it’s an easy read and I’ve never shared this particular story so you may get a kick out of it on Wednesday when it goes live.

Here’s a link for any of you wanting to play along:

Write about something you did even though you didn’t want to do it.

Thanks to everyone for your patience and support. This contest has been more labor intensive than I ever imagined it would be so I’m having a hard time keeping up with comments and other blogs and my family, so bear with me!

 

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Happy Saturday…donofalltrades is on to week three of Blogger-Idol.

Happy Saturday!

While we’re off to do family fun activities that I can only hope will lead to some great blog material, the rest of you are no doubt watching football or maybe baking since so many of you are of the female persuasion? No, women like football too, right?

Anyway, thanks to the tens of you who voted for donofalltrades over at Blogger-Idol this week.  I had enough votes to carry me on to week 3, but as the competition tightens, I’ll need all the help from my great followers that I can get. Thanks in advance.

For those who missed last weeks assignment, it was to write a newspaper assignment about a fictitious crime we committed. My contribution is below.

Special thanks to Kristi at Finding Ninee for being my sleeping balls on face victim.

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Nutsonface, MO – Residents of this normally quiet suburban community will sleep easier tonight after learning the man police dubbed the Nutsonface Burglar was arrested this morning after assaulting a man in a local Denny’s and then leading police on a high speed chase.

For six months, police have been stymied by a number of burglaries they say were all committed by the same person.  The burglaries were peculiar because nothing was taken during any of the over ninety break-ins.  Many victims told police that they would have never known their house was burglarized had they not received the burglar’s calling card in their mailbox, a photo of the sleeping victim with a man’s genitals upon their forehead as they slept. Each picture had a note written on back.

Police seized this photo of a woman whose alleged disdain for her blinker caused her to be victimized by recently arrested burglary suspect Donofalltrades.

Photos obtained by The Nutsonface Times included notes on back like “Nice blinker (expletive)” or “Thanks for the courtesy wave, (expletive)!”

Police spokesman Harry Ballsacht made the following statement:

Nutsonface Police responded to a Denny’s Restaurant where it was reported that a man assaulted a victim, apparently because the victim didn’t thank the suspect for holding a door open for him.

Shortly after arriving, officers located and attempted to stop a maroon minivan with a missing hubcap that matched the vehicle described by witnesses as the one in which the suspect and a three or four year old boy entered, but it would not stop. After a lengthy pursuit, officers were able to catch up to the van when it apparently ran out of gas.  Officers chased the suspect on foot for approximately forty-eight feet before he collapsed from exhaustion and was taken into custody. We believe this man is the Nutsonface Burglar.

Police chased this impounded van for several miles just after morning rush hour.
Police chased this van for several miles at high speeds before it ran out of gas.

Ballsacht took no questions from the press, but witnesses told The Times that shortly after 8:30 AM this morning, a man, later identified as Donofalltrades, became irate when his Moon Over My Hammy breakfast sandwich was served on rye instead of sourdough bread.

A nearby diner, Tubby Middle, said that Mr. Trades had been sitting in a booth with a little boy waiting for their food when he suddenly screamed at his smart phone, “These (expletive) jellies!”  He then pounded the phone on the table in anger.

“He looked right at  me and said that he’d played the same level 472 times without clearing the jellies and was starting to lose his mind,” said Mrs. Middle. “My daughter, Rotunda, said he was talking about some Candy Crush game. The waitress left to fix the problem, but he was still seething mad, you could tell.”

When the waitress returned with the correct sandwich, the new plate had grits instead of hash browns and Mr. Trades snapped.

“He flipped that table over before storming away mad as heck!” said Mrs. Middle.

While exiting, Mr. Trades held the door open for a man police have identified as Jack Hoff, who was coming into Denny’s as Mr. Trades was leaving.  When Mr. Hoff failed to say thank you to Mr. Trades for holding the door open, Mr. Trades confronted the victim and an argument ensued. The argument turned violent and ended with an unconscious Mr. Hoff lying back down on the ground with his newspaper protruding from his mouth.

The Denny’s hostess, H.S. Dropout, told The Times she was stunned at the assault, but nearly fainted when she saw the suspect drop his pants, place his testicles on the unconscious man’s forehead and take a picture before laughing and leaving the scene.

“I called police because I knowed it was that burglar!” Dropout said. “They got here fast and seen the van because the man was having trouble buckling the little boy’s car seat. That car seat had him all sorts of mad.”

It’s believed that Mr. Trades is responsible for over ninety-two burglaries. Police say Mr. Trades admitted he’d become so aggravated with people being rude in public that he decided to follow someone home once to assault him. He told police that he waited until it was late, but once inside, he didn’t have the heart to assault anyone so he just decided to photograph his genitals on the sleeping man’s forehead instead.

“It just came to me. It was funny and made me chuckle, so I kept doing it whenever somebody (expletive) me off,” said Mr. Trades. “I never meant to hurt anyone.”

judges

You, you sir, are one funny bastard! This was very entertaining and the names, holy balls the names! Great use of dialogue too. I have a list of another 50 people for you to teabag after this competition is over. Keep up the great work. –Manderstanding

Overall I felt that this was a good piece. The names were creative, yes, but I started to get a little lost there in the middle and had to re-read it several times to get everything to make sense. The ending seemed a bit abrupt to me as well. Nice work! –Non-Stop Mom

Very funny premise for a crime, and yes, the names were awesome. Your writing made me chuckle quite a bit, but seemed to ramble a bit toward the end. I think your hilarious and out-there content will keep you around for a while, but don’t neglect the technical side of your writing. Run-on sentences make me stabby. –Crazed In The Kitchen

This was great. You always make a statement, but you do it with a laugh. Omg – Ballsacht? All the names killed me! Loved what you were arrested for. So creative and entertaining. So true to you, Mr. Trades. Or should I call you Nutsonface? –Ice Scream Mama

I LOVED the names! Great creativity. The premise is hilarious and I seriously think my husband could end up being a copycat! I got a little lost in the middle part, toward the end. It became a little hard to follow and seemed rushed or even a bit unorganized. All around this was a great effort that I enjoyed reading! Good job! –Razorblade Brain

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A burglar who puts his nuts on your forehead? Yeah, vote for that one!

Well, it’s that time of the week again my friends! Time to vote for your favorite week 2 post by donofalltrades right here on the Blogger-Idol site!!

The assignment was to write a newspaper article detailing a fictitious crime you’ve committed.

Mine involves a man pushed too far by inconsiderate drivers and an incorrect Moons Over My Hammy breakfast plate. See what roles Jack Hoff and Tubby Middle play and whether or not police spokesman Harry Ballsacht has good news for the community.

Check out what the critics have to say about my post:

“Fucking amazing! I laughed while I read it on the shitter!” – Me

“What are you even talking about? Please tell me you’re going to do a good job cleaning the kitchen and not do it half-assed as usual?” – My wife

“I gotta admit, I can’t read. I just pretended to read this for a minute because you said you’d give me two dollars to say something nice about it. I’m sure it’s good. Can I have your lunch too?” – Some homeless guy by the bus stop

“You, you sir, are one funny bastard…” – Manderstanding

“I started to get a little lost…abrupt…Nice work!” Non Stop Mom

“Your writing made me chuckle quite a bit…hilarious and out-there content….stabby” -Crazed In The Kitchen

“This was great. Omg – Ballsacht? So creative and entertaining. Or should I call you Nutsonface?” – Ice Scream Mama

“I LOVED the names! I got a little lost…hard to follow…rushed…a bit unorganized…Good job!” – Razorblade Brain

“Sir, please get off the bus now!” – The new bus driver

As  you can see, the reviews are great! Go read about my crime and vote for Donofalltrades!!! I will love you for it!

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Blogger Idol continues, an update…

Sorry I’ve been MIA a little bit, but I got myself into that whole Blogger-Idol thing and, along with real life adventures, it’s fairly time consuming *casts angry glare at Arden.

I appreciate all your help in getting me through round one! I must have gotten a good number of votes because I think I finished 4th out of the 13 contestants with a post that wasn’t my best stuff. Your votes really do matter.

Since I’m in the competition still and I’m a sore loser, I’m in it to win it.  That means I’ll need your help, oh wonderful followers/readers/friends.

Here’s how it works. There are judges reading each assignment and giving scores that count for 2/3 of the total points per assignment. The remaining 1/3 of the points come from you guys and others out there with internet access who vote as well. It’s a little bit of a popularity contest, but what can ya do? If even most of you guys would put your Pop Tarts down for 20 seconds and vote for me, I’d like my chances. Of course, that assumes that the judges like what I wrote too.

Here is the week two challenge for those interested in playing at home.  Basically, write a newspaper article using 750 words or less and two pictures describing a crime you committed.  Those who’ve followed me for any period of time know that I use 750 words just to set up whatever story I’m about to tell, so having a word limit was a challenge for me.  But, I got it in (giggity) at 749 words and it’s pretty ok, if I do say so myself.  It may not be the judges’ cup of tea, I don’t know. You guys will like it though.

I’d like to send a special thank you out to Kristi at Finding Ninee for letting me use a picture of her fake sleeping. I didn’t want to use a picture of Wife since the sleeper had to be a victim of my heinous crimes, so I appreciate the picture, Kristi. How could she resist once I said that I’d have my balls on her head (you’ll get that tomorrow when the posts go live).

Aside from that, I’m doing well, even though none of you asked.

I jogged 12 miles (yes, in a row) this past Sunday at a 9:50 minute per mile pace and snuck 4.73 miles in during the 5 AM hour this morning at an 8:41 min/mi pace.  That’s good for me, so yeah, I’m feeling pretty good about myself right now. That run this morning was after nine Bud Light Limes last night.  I fall off the wagon a LOT with the beer, but the Cardinals beat the Pirates, so it was a special occasion.

So that’s where I am in life right now. The half marathon is in a couple of weeks, the Cardinals are still in the playoffs and the wife and kids are all alive and well.  Life is good.

Oh, while I have your attention, please do me a solid and say a little prayer or send well wishes or whatever your predilection is in these situations to my blogger friend Julie for her little niece, Evelyn. She was in a nasty accident and needs her Aunt Julie to be her usual fun self to help get her well. I know a lot of you guys also follow Julie already, and if you don’t, you should. She’s pretty funny even though she’s a Kansas State fan/alum. Just talk slow and she can keep up pretty good.

I apologize now for having to harass you for votes starting tomorrow at noon and throughout my stay in this contest, but it is what it is!  Thank you!

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Today’s the day to vote…VOTE!

Ok peeps, many of you have asked, and I didn’t know the answer, but today is the day to vote for your FAVORITE blogger, Donofalltrades in the Blogger-Idol contest. The judges are no doubt going to think I sucked, so go save me, please!

I won’t bore you anymore, but click below to do so!  DO IT!!!

I hope this is the link for the voting:

http://blogger-idol.com/2013/10/02/voting-for-week-one-starts-now/

If  not, we tried, right?

Also, I’m over at one of my favorite bloggers sites, Kristi from Finding Ninee!  She has a great segment called Our Land and I’m honored that she asked me to share a post over there.  Please go check it out.

OurLandBannerFindingNinee

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Part one of the contest!

OurLandBannerFindingNinee

Hey, at noon today I’ll need your votes, please, for the Blogger Idol contest.  In the meantime, please check out one of my favorite bloggers, Kristi from Finding Ninee.

She’s allowed me to hang out in her land here today at:

http://www.findingninee.com/our-land-a-lawmans-thoughts

Whoop! Read her stuff, she’s really awesome!

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Weekend wrap up and Blogger-Idol play along for my blogging pals…

Well, this certainly sucks.

By this I mean sitting at my desk on a Monday morning staring blankly out into the fog loitering outside my downtown office window.  As the office coffee bitch, I’ve dutifully brewed a pot and I’m anxiously awaiting the 57 people who will come into the office (i.e. the break room/library) to get coffee and ask me about my weekend since the coffee pot is situated right here to my left .  See, here it is.  It stays next to the microwave and together they mock me for my poor life decisions which they attribute to my working in a break room for a City agency. I’m also fairly certain that the microwave is giving me cancer and making me sterile about three years too late to be a positive thing.

Yup.  It's a coffee pot.

Yup. It’s a coffee pot.

Ok, so 57 people is maybe a stretch, and I do actually like the people who will come get some coffee , so it’s not that bad really.  Sometimes I even enjoy the company. Still, my weekend is generally wrapped up with a Monday blog, so don’t ask me how it was until you’ve read the blog people!

So anyway, we did manage to escape this weekend without anyone tossing my wallet out the car window which is something that you really take for granted until it happens.  If you didn’t have your wallet tossed out onto an interstate this weekend, be thankful.  Trust me.

We did have to endure 32 soccer games between Ace and Cool though. Well, Cool had one and Ace had four so I guess that’s five and not really 32.  I exaggerate sometimes.  Sadly, Ace’s team lost all four of their games, two of which required us to drive about 80 miles to and from the fields to play.  That sort of sucks.  Ace could really give two shits about winning or losing a soccer game, so it’s more frustrating for me than her by a long shot.  I think she’s getting to the point where she’d rather make starburst bracelets than play soccer and that makes me sad. I have no clue what a starburst bracelet is, but she spends a lot of time with some loom device and her youtube tutorials learning how to make these things.  As long as she’s happy and still getting her straight A’s, whatever.

Cool and his gang, or teammates I guess, managed to win their little preschool level soccer game pretty handily.  I’m not saying it’s due to excellent coaching, but their coach is excellent, and very handsome.  It doesn’t hurt that one little boy is particularly adept at dribbling and may have scored seven of the ten goals the team scored.  I feel bad that we were trouncing the other team, because we were trounced last week and it’s no fun.  Still, I guess these kids need to learn to lose at some point in their lives, right?  I can’t take the really good kid off the field just because he’s so good.  He’s the same age and his parents paid the same money for him to play, so why punish him for being a good little player?  The others will catch up in due time, they always do.

Speaking of that handsome coach, here he is pondering something important.

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That’s my pondering face…

He’s probably pondering what to have for lunch or whether or not he should drink beers the night before he has to run 10 miles on a Saturday.  Do you notice that he finally broke down and bought himself some reading glasses?  This is the first ever picture of him with glasses on!  He doesn’t know for sure if he needs them, but they seem to help sometimes. Oh, and I ended up having a huge steak for lunch and yes, did drink beers the night before my run on Saturday. It was a terrible idea (the beer, not the steak).

Here’s the only proof I can offer as to the fact that I really did run ten miles on Saturday. Apparently, it’s hard for people to believe that my fat ass can do such a thing.  I have a bunch of cynical fucktards for friends (and family), obviously. I didn’t run it fast by any stretch and it sucked balls, but at least I ate that entire large pizza by myself Saturday night guilt free!

See, I've been running!

See, I’ve been running!

So anyway, the point of this post was to point my fellow bloggers interested in the Blogger-Idol contest to this link so that you can play along, if you’d like.  I submitted my first post and can’t decide if it will get me kicked out right away or not.  I won’t be surprised to be out by Friday or win this thing, that’s how confused I am by the whole ordeal.  It has been fun for me though.  The other 12 playas, as well as the hostess, are all really fun, so that helps.

Here’s a link to the first “assignment” should you wish to give it a go. I recommend it! Write something that you wouldn’t otherwise write and get a little blog exposure at the same time.  Win win.

Happy Monday!

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Some cool stuff…

I started blogging last November because my wife said I should share my BS with the world and because Facebook comments weren’t the best forum for my, uh, witty, uh, yeah, witty remarks.  I was getting friend requests from strangers who said they enjoyed my nonsensical comments, so I figured I’d just go ahead and share my nonsensical comments with the entire internet.

I started out not knowing what I was doing at all.  I was going at WordPress all alone.  My first several posts never had a single “Like” or comment because I didn’t tag them.  I didn’t know!

I eventually figured out tagging and started reading other blogs and began building some great relationships with other bloggers.  I’ve enjoyed learning so much from my now 500 plus followers about being a Canadian Clown, eating disorders, surviving abuse, raising kids, poop, pets, travel, cooking and a whole slew of different things that y’all are really talented with.  I even have a favorite Canadian and Mormon now!

I’ve written some pretty stupid ass posts during my brief blogging life, including the first one that was just a story about some idiot that was showing me some porn on his phone because he thought he new the woman in the video.  I had just bought a new house and I was all trying to look past the tits at the wall in the background because it was a cool gray color that I thought the wife and I might agree on!

But at some point, the Connecticut school shooting happened and I was too sad to be funny, as most people were, but I wanted to write.  I wrote a stupid poem and asked a dear friend of mine what she thought about it before posting it.  I was embarrassed to post anything about something so important, but she said to pull the trigger so I did.  The poem was terrible and it didn’t garner any attention, but it allowed me to become comfortable posting about things that weren’t funny or that pissed me off.

Part of what I love about my blog is that I never know what I’m going to write from post to post.  I don’t post regularly and my blog isn’t pretty in that it’s just a utilitarian design with a bunch of words on a page.  My wife and kids are beautiful, so that helps when I do use pictures, but the most popular picture I’ve used is of my fat ass on a kids bike.  I look like a circus bear on a small unicycle or some such nonsense, according to one of my favorite daddy blogging pals.

Anyway, the point is that I got some traction and started to really enjoy this shit we call blogging.  I don’t have a label for what this blog is, so if somebody asks, “do you have a parenting blog?” I guess I’d say sort of.  I also sort of have a humor blog and a police related blog and an I’m going to bitch about whatever I want blog as well.

It’s awesome!

The past few months have been the most awesome.  I’ve established myself as a successful blogger in my own mind by being invited to post on Black Box Warnings, which I implore all to read, by being Freshly Pressed, winning an argument (shut up, I won, Jules!) with a popular blogger and winning the vote of a 14 year old Jewish boy.  I also won a book written by a Canadian lady about licking a minivan, and most importantly, I made a calendar!  A calendar! How cool is that?  It’s been a great ride.

Anyway, I thought the ride was over, but a blogger friend of mine, Arden (I know, right, but she’s sweet so leave her be) introduced me to this Blogger Idol contest.  It’s like an American Idol setup, but for bloggers.  It’s a great contest.

I’m not some famous mommy blogger or the Pioneer Woman or whatever, so I figured that I didn’t have a prayer of making it to the final 12, but I entered a post anyway.  I caved and used my Freshly Pressed post because it was a good post, regardless of whether or not it was my usual content.

Anyway, the short of this post is that I was selected to be a final 13 contestant in the Blogger-Idol contest!  There were like 219 entries, so it’s something that I’m proud of.

Apparently, I’ll have to beg you people to vote for me from week to week and post to post…PLEASE!?  Fuck you, you better!

More to come!  Lol!  Love y’all!

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