To: Carriage Hill
And then she landed face first in a pile of fresh ugly.
To: HartleyMBaldwin
14 posted on
12/16/2023 2:07:07 PM PST by
Carriage Hill
(A society grows great when old men plant trees, in whose shade they know they will never sit.)
To: HartleyMBaldwin; Carriage Hill
Her face hit every limb on the Ugly Tree, on her fall down. And then she landed face first in a pile of fresh ugly.And then someone saw her plight, and hosed her down with a bunch of Ugly juice.
15 posted on
12/16/2023 2:08:53 PM PST by
Lazamataz
(The firearms I own today, are the firearms I will die with. How I die will be up to them.)
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