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Tara H.

You know what I love about CJ? She's not spoiled at all. Not, at all.

Matt Ambrose

Not a bit. In fact, I'd call her down right grateful.

Jane Herself

Shut up, bitches.


Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
And think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop them in a teacup
Take them down to the riverside
And throw them over the side
To be swept up by a current
And taken to the ocean
To be eaten by some fishes
Who were eaten by some fishes
And swallowed by a whale
Who grew so old
He decomposed
He died and left his body
To the bottom of the ocean
Now everybody knows
That when a body decomposes
The basic elements
Are given back to the ocean
And the sea does what it oughta
And soon there's salty water
(That's not too good for drinking)
'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
(So they run it through a filter)
And it comes out from a faucet
(And is poured into a teapot)
Which is just about to bubble
NOW think about your troubles.


How do I insert that little eyerolling emoticon here?


Grumpy pants.

Crazy Jane

Well, at least I'm not a FANCY PANTS, Rian.


Los Pantalones Grumpito.


Calças Extravagantes.


Ms. Pantington of Grumplestick Lane


I got nothin'. You win.

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