Sometimes, I just really need pudding.
You know, when it's a pudd-emergency.
C.T.
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- I'm wearing everything I own.
- Hip and Protected from Germs
- Hip, Hip, Hooray
- More hip blogging
- My Hip Dad, Part Deux: The Second Hip
- My weekend Airborne experiment
- I am completely useless today.
- Post 1,093 demanded a recount
- Well, here's what came of my creative inspiration.
- A moment of clarity
- This is my 1,093rd post
- The True Meaning of Thanksgiving
- This is why I hate Radio Shack
- This is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen
- My house is now winterized
- I sometimes love a parade
- For the Record: Cold Pizza
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- I am not on strike
- I've discovered Netflix's fatal flaw.
- My yard is a lyrical gangsta
- New Bra Day
- Sometimes, I just really love crushed ice.
- Sometimes, I just really need pudding.
- I'm getting new eyeballs, y'all
- It's like I don't even know myself anymore.
- It might not be the socks
- I prefer my salad in a bowl
- It was dark.
- Why only the Sunday paper
- Sometimes I torment for sport.
- Have you hugged your car today?
- Something's missing
- Squirrels are rude and they are on my Bad list
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