God doesn't want me to eat salad.
I dropped Ranch dressing on my shirt no fewer than five times while eating my lunch today. Coincidence? Messy eater? I think not. A higher power was trying to tell me something.
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I dropped Ranch dressing on my shirt no fewer than five times while eating my lunch today. Coincidence? Messy eater? I think not. A higher power was trying to tell me something.
Clearly.
Posted by: Hazel | July 01, 2008 at 06:52 PM
Sometimes I think they should just manufacture women's shirts with the stains already on them.
Posted by: One Wink | July 01, 2008 at 07:07 PM