They say confession is good for the soul. When my sister was 3 or 4 and I was 7 or 8, my mother decided it was my job to keep her in the back yard and entertained. One day, having had my fill of chasing her all around the neighborhood, I tied her to a tree with a piece of clothesline. It wasn't...
I've been in and out, up and down and back and forth for a long time and I've been thinking I should thank you all for the hours and hours of entertainment.:)
OMG don't mix flavors. It could be catastrophic. It could lead to all kind of bad things. Please, please, please don't mix flavors... Oh, wait a minute, I was thinking of something else. Go ahead and mix them, I do it all the time. Sometimes on purpose!:vapor:
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