My Mother's Day Poem from Pie.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
The Birds are Singing
and so are You
(the hard core music.)
The End. Love, Pie.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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What began a few years ago as a Knitting Blog has devolved into something far more sinister.
"She was a lovely girl, prone to frequent fits of tornadic creativity..."
Because It's *MY* Brilliance, not yours.
-- PENNY KARMA --
SUBURBAN LEGEND
- Penny Karma, aka the F-Bomb Mom
- Hey there, I'm Sarah! Part-Time Stay-At-Home Mom, Full- Time Evil Genius. Matriarch of the World-Famous Ape Squad (Beebie, Ry the Pie, and Tito).
Mainly, I write about my knitting and the things that interrupt it - kids, depression, poop, and my everyday struggle to survive in the oppressive wasteland of Suburbia.
I'm not here to blow sunshine up anybody's ass. We're not gonna sit around holding hands and singing Kum Ba Muthahfuggin Yah.
**Check out the new audio clip on my profile. NSFW, of course.**
You've Been Warned.
Rated R For Language and Nudity. Just kidding about the nudity. Maybe.
I'm Not Kidding.
Seriously, if the F-word offends you, you should probably get the f*ck out now, because I can get pretty f*ckin pissed off sometimes. There are days when it f*ckin rains F-bombs in this muthahfuggah.
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4 comments:
Poor kid actually thinks that is "singing?".
That'll add another few months to his therapy.
You don't have to sing well if you're hard-core enough.
Penny, You know I love you, so this question is asked out of a place of care...
Exactly how hard core can you be in the suburbs?
West County's got mean streets, man.
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