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8 comments:
Any Winnicottian worth her salt would say that the instinctual arousal caused by the "tart" has clearly disturbed your ego organisation.
What the heck is a custard tart?
I've been offering "support" to people who are "tormentend by pumpkin pie, etc" and the only really smart thing I could think of to say was "throw the shit away." I'm not a good support person.
this has got to be the best one in ages.. i can't stop laughing!
your saturday nights are obviously very 'fruitful'.
Custard, the perfect medium for dental impressions... metaphorically, of course.
and Debra...you are oh so wrong about pumpkin pie. Nothing more to say.
I feel famous.
I would say that I like the pumpkins better the pumpkin pie, but then it would make me sound too much like my little alter ego.
(But I really do....)
When I come, Debra, you will be first on my list.
i keep laughing, and i fear 'i will dance for custard' has entered my phraseology forever.
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