As he walked around the scene, Detective Bartlett suddenly realized the years hadn’t left him as jaded as he’d thought. He pulled out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, hoping to cover up the smell of raw starch. He stepped back and took it all in. Body parts scattered about here and there, like some bizarre mis en place.Sure, Jealous Dames, he understood. He’d seen his share of crimes of passion, but this… this was beyond anything he could even comprehend. Holy avocados, she took off his whole ass!
This Ms. Potatohead must be one salty spud, he thought.
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Mr. Potatohead, NOOOOO!!!!
It's too horrible to contemplate. My heart goes out to all the little newly-orphaned Freedom Fries.
You'd think he would have kept an eye out for her.
You'd think he would have kept an eye out for her
!!!!!!!
HA!
Very good.
OT--I lose! I didn't see your comment until just now. How are things? Anything I can help with?
I had a really tough decision to make and I was looking for a little advice.
(Long story)It was a kids/ex-wife thing. I took the high road. The trying to decide what to do was pretty stressful.
I'd explain more, but I promised myself I'd keep this site free of any bad mouthing of her.
I love it! Poor Mr. Potato Head. :(
This must be an episode of that new CSI: TOYBOX series.
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