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current / archive / pictures / guestbook / email / profile 2002-07-27 7:56 p.m. I have grown to accept the fact that although my mother will spend weeks begging me to journey yonder towards the suburbs to visit, her shi-tzu still gets shot gun over me. As if that wasn't bad enough, she looks at me as though I have committed blasphemy if I inquire why he is allowed to monopolize the A/C and I'm stuck in the backseat, perspiring. |