this is a true story from my mom she just told it to me.
she came walking into the living room one day,and I reached out to give her a hug,
I give her a great big hug,and she walks out the door with a smile on her face.
she goes to work and it was three hours before she went to the laidies room and as she passed by she saw orange in the mirror and knew she wasn't wearing any.
she stopped and took a closer look at her self and saw with horror that the great big hug I had given her was a ploy.
She had cheeto dust all over her jacket and what she though was cute of me to snuggle ny face in to her neck was actually to clean my runny nose.
she stared and said, Frecking cheeto's and went back to work.
she came walking into the living room one day,and I reached out to give her a hug,
I give her a great big hug,and she walks out the door with a smile on her face.
she goes to work and it was three hours before she went to the laidies room and as she passed by she saw orange in the mirror and knew she wasn't wearing any.
she stopped and took a closer look at her self and saw with horror that the great big hug I had given her was a ploy.
She had cheeto dust all over her jacket and what she though was cute of me to snuggle ny face in to her neck was actually to clean my runny nose.
she stared and said, Frecking cheeto's and went back to work.
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this is a true story, and I did that all the time when I was little. just never thought to write something about it, my mom says that mom's are glorified napkins. And I gotta agree with her. You got to love your mom for not killing you when you were to little to stop them from doing it. I know I love my mom, because she put up with me.
