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Good post. Years ago when I was a teen I actually knew a family where that happened, except he didn't have a gun. He beat her to death with the coffee pot, one of those percolater metal ones that sat on the kitchen range. They had several children, all grown and the found their mother dead and thrown in some bushes behind the back of the house. I even still remember the family name: Waggonecht.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 20, 2016 at 12:44 PM
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PatB
We went out and bought a chicken together then came home and I cried, and your post just made the tears flow more Sis.
posted by
WileyJohn
on January 19, 2016 at 5:03 PM
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A very sad story and one that one reads of too often.
I never have enough hours in the day myself. I think that is perhaps because I am so slow to get anything done and do I ever actually finish something. Besides I live with my best friend and we can easily say....You give me the shits because....it clears the air for sure.
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Kabu
on January 19, 2016 at 10:53 AM
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Yes chop the garden over until you begin to sweat. Perhaps it is lack of burning up calories. Although my Brother shouts at me sometimes when I fail to put the water jug out of the sun. Of course he has problems. I wish he would stay at his own house sometimes.
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C_C_T
on January 19, 2016 at 7:26 AM
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Pat
I'm sure there's a long, dreary history to that...And nothing is as certain to get you out of the house and get you moving as a doggie...
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Nautikos
on January 19, 2016 at 6:40 AM
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