Murderess.
I’m calling the RCMP right now.
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Did you learn nothing from that incident of trying to make wine in your bathtub? Please, just throw the grapes away and promise never to kill again.
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I knew I felt something back there! Wait a second. How long was I asleep, why did I go to sleep in my bathtub, and why are there twenty empty ice bags on my bathroom floor? Owwww!
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Gee, that sounds like something that I should be saying to you . . .
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I don’t think I’ve ever purchased a bag of cherries. I buy grapes almost every time I grocery shop, whether I need them or not :)
My paternal grandmother used to sing me a song about cherries with no stones to get me to go to sleep when I’d sleep over at her house on the weekends. I have no idea why I just thought of that now, but I did.
That song? I hadn’t thought of that song in so long until just saw morning stars post about cherries :) It’s such a good memory and I had and I almost lost it. It Sent me down a rabbit hole of looking up songs I remember my grandma singing to me. This one was my most favourite:
what’s the scene from the movie?
“Die” all by themselves, or are brutally murdered by Jackie the Ripper?
Randy, I already invited you over to my house earlier today if you can find a way through the border. Come see what happens to the grapes...
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Why have you ordered all those bags of ice? And why did you ask me if I still have all my internal organs, especially both kidneys? This is weird . . .
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