I Choo-Choo Choose You! Damn skippy...Son! Y'all know the drill... My Babo says the darnest things! It's been a while since I've posted one of these... A smidge over three months... And here they are, as usual, I will try my best to provide you with a backstory: Backstory: I try my best to speak well... I had teachers who would correct the way we spoke in class... So it kinda stuck with me... Now, I kinda catch myself correcting people's grammar... (but only the same ones that the teachers would correct... cause let's face it- y'all can read my grammar ain't top notch.... I hate using periods at end of sentences.... like a single period - I dunno why) OK back to the story... There was a day where he got to correct me: "I love it when I get to correct your grammar!" And the he did his wiggle dance... Backstory: My Babo weighs a good buck-35 - he likes to say 38 - but c'mon we all know those are his jeans adding a few extra lbs.....
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