Guest guest Posted May 6, 2008 Report Posted May 6, 2008 He didn't like the casseroleAnd he didn't like my cake, He said my biscuits were too hardNot like his mother used to make.I didn't perk the coffee rightHe didn't like the stew,I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do.I pondered for an answerI was looking for a clue.Then I turned around andsmacked the shit out of him...Like his mother used to do. Quote
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