tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post8170982097399225886..comments2011-03-16T21:51:38.282-04:00Comments on You're Not the Mom of Me!: OMG Update to the Update!Laineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18233452153258897072noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post-45437791657961248492009-02-04T11:25:00.000-05:002009-02-04T11:25:00.000-05:00How did I miss this? And why do I love it so much...How did I miss this? And why do I love it so much?Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05889329308648324044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post-17925675798005369582009-01-19T18:34:00.000-05:002009-01-19T18:34:00.000-05:00AvB, the thought has crossed my mind, I'm not gonn...<B>AvB</B>, the thought has crossed my mind, I'm not gonna' lie. But, and this is a big but, my cousin is like 5'9" and I'm a wee 5'1". It's hard for me to even reach her throat, honestly.<BR/><BR/><B>Meaux</B>, oooh, so think of the fun you could have if you played the role of my cousin with your family!<BR/><BR/><B>Pants</B>, if I was raised with them, maybe this wouldn't be so horrifying to me. I don't know. Maybe if I grew up watching my grandfather slip my grandmother the tongue...<I>*blurrrrrrrpppp splat*</I> sorry, puked a bit for a second...<BR/><BR/><B>Sofi</B>, God love ya'! It must be hard to have the mouth you have and live in that environment.Laineyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18233452153258897072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post-49843154384314126502009-01-19T10:45:00.000-05:002009-01-19T10:45:00.000-05:00Your lucky, Lainey. Things ain't so liberal at my ...Your lucky, Lainey. Things ain't so liberal at my house. Whenever someone says/hears the word vagina or penis there's a collective squeak due to all the squirming taking place.Sofihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16173898503465070403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post-36435283371313245142009-01-19T09:56:00.000-05:002009-01-19T09:56:00.000-05:00Sorry, not impressed. I grew up in a family where ...Sorry, not impressed. I grew up in a family where my grandad would grab my grandmother's boobs during Christmas dinner and where blurting out sickening details about each other's sexual habits is considered to be funny. At birthdays, at weddings, at motherloving funerals! You haven't been properly grossed out until you've heard your grandmother tell a herp anekdote about your own sweet old grampa. I fear Pookie and BSlim might be related to me...Pantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02998634581962000525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post-55523329751473962662009-01-19T09:32:00.000-05:002009-01-19T09:32:00.000-05:00Wow...I'm speechless. And suddenly very thankful ...Wow...I'm speechless. And suddenly very thankful that my boisterous and huggy maternal relatives are also a bunch of hardcore Catholics.meauxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313629560625928694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079711212985025683.post-68006652036349533732009-01-18T22:45:00.000-05:002009-01-18T22:45:00.000-05:00Oh. Em. Gee. Good god, Lainey, how did you keep fr...Oh. Em. Gee. <BR/><BR/>Good god, Lainey, how did you keep from punching her in the throat?! (FYI, it's a very effective way to quiet the incessant loudtalkers.)<BR/><BR/>I wouldn't want to spend time with my family, either...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com