Vampire Cat (Photo credit: moofie)
Three vampires walk into a bar.
“What can I get you?” asks the bartender.
“Blood,” orders the first vampire.
“Make it two,” says the second.
The bartender looks at the third. “What about you, buddy?”
“Plasma,” says the vampire.
“Okay,” replies the barman. “Let me make sure I’ve got this straight. Two bloods and a blood light.”
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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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