A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I could not shut my brain down last night & didn't go to bed until 1:00 am. So of course I could not wake up this morning. Today already sucks & it isn't even half over. Hopefully I'm in bed by 9:00 tonight.
Well, I always thought he was gay. From VERY young, I thought he was. That's what I thought he was going to tell me. I used to find my clothes and panty hose (back when I wore panty hose) in his room. "Transgendered" wasn't the issue du jour back then.
He's always been a little weird. I'm not sure if this is a phase or just to get attention or what.
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America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
He considers me more of a parent than either of his bio parents. I pretty much raised him, when I was allowed to. He has no relationship with either of them. He tells everyone that I'm the one that raised him...
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America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
You ever half watch a movie, not really know what's going on, but keep watching anyway?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I always wonder if someone has done something to it.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.