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Does it ever get better?

Other than this, the weekend was fabulous, mon petites. Of course, how could it be anything less when one is reminded it could always be worse. Like it was this weekend for the Presley family. Specifically for the Presley heiress when she found herself backstage at our humble county fair, picking cow droppings from her blue suede shoes.

It would seem at times like those, even sharing a bed with The Man In the Mirror would be a step up. Or at least that would be my take on the matter. It would be a toss up, really.

5:44 pm - 09.21.03
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