 Oh, shit! THIS ONE'S HEAVY.
Unlike my flow these days. It just ain't what it used to be. No more snow-plowin' cherry pie filling for this girl. Nope. Nowadays, it's kind of like if a lizard got its tail chopped off and sauntered across my panties. And there's no more Day 4 Surprise Reprise of Flow either. Hmmm. . . No wonder dudes always wannna date younger chicks; they must REALLY be into all that MENSTRUAL BLOOD. You know the drill -- 29 copy limited edition, because I cycle in concordance with the moon. I'll be sliding these into places they don't belong all week, like your local coffee shop, at least three Jiffy Lubes, and the men's restroom at my former lover's place of business. Get yours today! Or don't. Just remember: Once they're gone, they're gone. Just like my eggs. Comments are closed.
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In Case You Were Wondering . . .Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything. Archives
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