Like A Rock

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Brock and I were just downstairs sharing a piece of toast. (Poor, much?) As he was getting a glass of water to head up to bed, I gave his bum a little squeeze.

"Honey, stop flexing."

"What?"

"Stop flexing."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yes, you are! Stop it!"

"Lovey, that's just how my bum is."

"No, it's not. Stop flexing."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."


2 COMMENTS:

  1. So I haven't popped on here in a while. I really can't remember why I stopped reading.

    Some of the material can be a handful, which makes me feel a little behind the curve, but I'm always glad when I come back (side).

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  2. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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