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to everyone of us whith kids. Happens to me tonight. And I'll love them forever!

i have been there myself....i think the worst are the action figures

i knew you'd find yer way home.....done cavorting with the mogsters?

good storyat our place it is cat toys that send us flying across the room in the middle of the night If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake

is great to see you back here. Its been a while. Maybe those painful foot experiences were a secret message for you to come and see us all here again :-) Happy healing!

nice to see you, but ow ow ow!

I hope your foot gets better soon!!Thanks for the story I'll remember that!! I miss you!! Peace & Love,Gigi

glad to see you back home, rider!! watch yer step! **** iknowurider (slightly updated version) iknowurider's, gonna drink a cuppa tea iknowurider's, gonna drink a hot cuppa tea Gotta teabag with sugar, baby, please pour herbal for cc Heard her last scream last night, Lord, you know her floor was a mess Heard her last scream last night, Lord, you know her floor was a mess Got that rider foot fetish, baby, I must confess iknowurider said WHAT THE FUCK DID I STEP ON!!??! iknowurider said WHAT THE FUCK DID I STEP ON!??! Goshnab stubbed her toe, gonna keep limping on Stepped in poo last night, Lord, you know she was pissed Scrapped the doo doo off, Lord, being done dog down dissed This ain't no crunch club baby, I just wanna get kissed > > iknowurider's, gonna put her fishnets on > iknowurider's, gonna put her slit skirt on > Gonna put on her garter belt, gonna keep turning me on > > Saw her last night, Lord, you know she looks the best > Chatted last night, Lord, she’s unlike all the rest > My heart was thumping baby, she put my wedding vows to the test > > iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on > iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on > Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on > > The walls of the ‘love shack’ are shakin' again today > The windows of the ‘love shack’ are all shatterin' today > Some lucky someones are really getting blown away > > iknowurider, has her fishnets on > iknowurider, has her slit skirt on > Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on > > I wish I could see you try your garter belt on > I wish I could see you try that slit skirt on > I'd leave my old lady; and that ain’t no con > > iknowurider's, gonna put those fishnets on > iknowurider's, gonna put that slit skirt on > Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on > > I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm > I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm > I’d get a tattoo of you, my baby, and put it on my arm > > iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on > iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on > Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on > > I wish you’d let me come in out from the rain > I wish you’d let me come in from out the rain > Cause right now, baby, my heart is in real pain > > iknowurider, gonna put those fishnets on > iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on > Cause in your “love shack” baby, I know what’s going on > > iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my fishnets on" > iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my slit skirt on" > "Gonna put on my garter belt, as soon as CC Joe stops drooling on > on on ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" love&peace&peace&love

Karma?!? You all know I’m a sucker for betting the kids over music, sometimes making them cry on the basketball court( beaten by a Girl ~ a Mom no less), and gloating over the occasional board game. Everyone has finally settled and I’m relaxing in my room, reading The Green Mile. Feeling rather parched ( thank you Noodle! ) I head into the kitchen for a glass of tea~ or should I say cup, seeing as how there’s a shortage of glasses at our house. The only light is coming from the fish tank. Out of nowhere there’s a stabbing, blinding pain radiating from my right foot. Feet that I’ve sworn could walk over hot coals without breaking a sweat; thanks to my grocery store motto. For a few seconds I thought I was going to black out & crash into the aforementioned tank. Hopping on my remaining reliable foot I look down & spot the upright red man on the rug. It all comes back to me in a flash: I heartily knock Kramer’s green man back to start and I can hear myself chanting “SORRY! Victory is mine!” ARGGGH!! I sit down on the floor to make sure there’s no gaping hole in my foot as I wearily eye the red devil. I hurl him in the vicinity of the trash can, miss and mumble a few choice words under my breath. I make it to the fridge and although the tea is welcome, it just doesn’t seem as sweet as before. Waking up this morning, karma far from my mind I plant both feet on the floor and the pain comes flooding back. I’ve stepped on my share of kid toys and that damn Sorry piece was worse than the dreaded Lego and matchbox car put together. So, if your in a similar situation, don’t let the Power of beating your kids go to your head, because it can surely come back to haunt you. I’m starting a petition that all games with choking hazard warnings should also alert the unsuspecting game enthusiast of Stone Bruise Dangers….. Hex on YOU Parker Brothers!! I've missed ya'll !!!! PEACE rider

not for the faint of heart: music used for torture: http://www.abc.net.au/local/stories/2007/03/06/1854460.htm LOL at around :30 seconds of the vid... "Who could ask for more? ( -: peace.