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It Always Comes Back to Butts
November 30, 2010
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Holy crap, twins sound fun! (WHEN THEY BELONG TO SOMEONE ELSE.)
Excellent change of topic.
Dobby could use some butt surgery.
I can understand the Dobby fear. Dobby sort of looks like ET and ET is the culmination of all things evil and terrifying. He’s like an adorable, living nightmare.
What I love about your posts is there is always at least one gem in them.
GEM: “naturally ended up on the subject of gender reassignment”
GEM: “truly outrageous”
That second gem is going to have me singing “truly truly truly outrageous, ohhh Gem!” all day.
You know you’re my parenting and pop culture hero, right?
As for Dobby, it looks like he could use a little butt-plasty.
Dying here. And may I suggest Sir Mix a Lot for your next car singalong.
Next time I see you the phrase “rhombus butt” will be used. I don’t know how, but I will use it.
Hi. Larious.
Well naturally that is what you would discuss. I mean, who wouldn’t? I get treated to a daily vision of my 4 year old grabbing her butt and singing “I like to wiggle jiggle jiggle with my butty butty butt.” I have no idea where this came from but truly hope that she isn’t talking about me.
All subjects can change here too, if Harry Potter is brought up. My girls are addicts. Although, neither is afraid of Dobby. That makes me smile.
I have no clue on the butt. Although a diamond shape would be humorous.
I can’t believe you would make fun of those poor victims who suffer from Buttockal-Rhomboiditis, a serious disease that strikes down tens of people EVERY YEAR. I think you should sign up for the Three-Day Walk for the Butt Cure next year to make up for it. It’s in March.
I need a new butt. Mine’s cracked.
Monroe has been telling me there’s an underwear thief that lives under his bed at night. The underwear thief is just a butt and a penis, he says, without arms or legs or a head. He had a dream about it.
That seems about as related to a conversation about butts and house elves as anything else I’ve got.
I’m alone in the living room watching Harry Potter. I repeat, ALONE. I’m freaking out.