“No more,” he cried, shaking his fist at the heavens; he was tired of living in the proverbial tin-roofed house in the rain.
pensitivity 101 three things challenge 471
my frilly freudian slip
“No more,” he cried, shaking his fist at the heavens; he was tired of living in the proverbial tin-roofed house in the rain.
pensitivity 101 three things challenge 471
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Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
January 7, 2021 at 4:37 pm
Ha! Love it Lorraine.
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January 8, 2021 at 11:04 pm
Thanks. My father used a more “colourful” version of the phrase . . .
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January 9, 2021 at 6:11 am
bless
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