Madam President, Queen of Snark (kellinator) wrote,
Madam President, Queen of Snark

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Just call me a Southern-fried Bridget Jones.

Sunday night, 8:41 PM: I went through the check-out line at Tar-jay with the latest issue of Cosmo, a romance novel, and a five-pound bag of cat food. All that was missing was the chocolate.

Forget walking stereotype. I'm a walking caricature.
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