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October 27, 2008

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crazedparent

Rrrroooar, grrl. I can hear the clink of the breast plates now :)

furiousball

listen, hot red headed barbarian lady. being a stupid male, i still want to ask you for your phone number despite the big pile of skulls behind you (probably of the last guys that asked for your number)

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  • Jessica Ashley
    That's me. I'm a single mama in the city who is an editor, writer and social media host. I wear inappropriately high heels to the playground and know too much about light sabers.
  • Lil E
    Star Wars-obsessed, Tae Kwon Crazayyy child who eerily/awesomely knows exactly how both high-fructose corn syrup and autopsies work. He also compliments my shoes. My work here is done.

I wrote this.

  • Don't gank the grrrl.
    It is mine. All mine. Everything written here is copyright me and only me. Do not even think about using it without permission. OK, now back to nice grrrl me.