Cancer, the next best thing to Satan
It is rare for me to use the word "hate" and mean it, but I HATE cancer and I mean it. Cancer robbed me of knowing my mom beyond childhood; it deprived my children from knowing their "other" grandmother; it cruelly took my paternal grandmother away...With over 25 million page views, you’ve probably seen this…
…but in case you haven’t, allow me to share a funny: Which begs the question "why is there a proliferation of kids eating/biting fingers on the internet??" Which begs further, "Why are we laughing??" Hehe…because it’s...Apparently being a Grotesquely Disfigured Anemic is grounds for rejection…
Oh, yeah…and having the herpes, too
I have tried my darndest to donate blood TWICE this week. They kicked me out both times. [1] "Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we can’t take you until that active, festering, Gargoylesque fever blister crusts over." (Okay, okay,...
Sleep tight–no bedbugs to bite!! ~ Friday’s 40PC #3
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