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The Madness of MokcikNab
Motives, movements and melodrama in the life of a thirty something mum.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Mr and Mrs Harold
Can I be totally juvenile, (or mokcik, depending on how you look at it) by saying that I think Bo and Carrie are so right for each other and that they should get married and have children? Look at them, and tell me that I'm wrong :
I would so love to have them sing together, *sigh* it'd be just like Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers all over again. (And you kids don't say anything about roast chicken)
Can I be totally juvenile, (or mokcik, depending on how you look at it) by saying that I think Bo and Carrie are so right for each other and that they should get married and have children? Look at them, and tell me that I'm wrong :
I would so love to have them sing together, *sigh* it'd be just like Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers all over again. (And you kids don't say anything about roast chicken)
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