Monday, October 25, 2010

My mother, my boobs, my Gods Grace! by Melissa Searcy

OHHHH! Betty Jean lies in its path. My mother, Betty Jean is and has always been my judge, my coach, my teacher my best friend. But let me out a little line and boyfriend, she is not afraid to let me know. What it was like growing up Betty? I was what would consider Sandra Felton rebel Messiah-mother kept immaculate home except for my room. In the period after that my sisters a high school diploma and out of the House, I had my own room. In honour of this...

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