Dear Stanley,
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Posted by Tracy on March 9, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

I love you because you bark at white buckets and other inanimate objects. I love you because you want to kick the asses of all the loud little girls in our neighborhood. I love you because you love dirty underwear and socks. I love you because you think that when the cats hiss at you, [...]

Well duh
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Posted by Tracy on March 8, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

I think I’ve lost my sense of humor. If anyone finds it and/or wants to give me a raise just let me know.

Save your drama for your mama
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Posted by Tracy on March 7, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Apt. #526 March 2, 2005 Since you have added a dog a number of problems have arisen with other tenants wanting dogs. Three other people have tried to do the same. Their logic is un-refutable when viewing your dog. I understand that the precedent was set by the tiny dogs in apartment #108. They got [...]

Stan wants to give his sisters a smooch and most l…
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Posted by Tracy on March 3, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Stan wants to give his sisters a smooch and most likely a paw to the eye.

My sister’s boyfriend, Rick with "the girls" other…
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Posted by Tracy on March 3, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

My sister’s boyfriend, Rick with “the girls” otherwise known as Stanley’s big sisters, Lola and Bonnie. If they were any cuter, I might die.

The kids on my bus
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Posted by Tracy on March 2, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Mariah.Keanu.Cisco.Unique. Now, maybe it’s just me, but if you name your daughter “Unique” are you not dooming her to a life on the poll?

Stanley graduates from bitch school…with honors….
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Posted by Tracy on March 2, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Stanley graduates from bitch school…with honors. (Just like Brendan Fraser).

The poet
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Posted by Tracy on March 1, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

This morning while reading The New Yorker (yes, I am that hoity of a toit) I came across a poem by a former professor of mine, Mark Doty. Seven years ago I attended a barbecue at his house. He lived in a small, but lovely house in the avenues with his partner and their two [...]

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