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Smart Ass...

There’s very little I don’t know.  Seriously.  Ask me how to ace a five-paragraph essay and I’m your gurl.  But then again, don’t ask me to reset your clock on your car stereo or you’ll be sorely disappointed. The wife’s gonna be an Ag teacher. You know what that means?   She can get some healthy teenagers out here to build a fence for a cow and a barn for a cow and call it a FFA project.   Tonya 1, hormone raging teenager who just wants to get thru and go hop in the sack with their honey 0.   For the most part, I’m pretty laid back until the occasional occasion when my mouth spouts out whatever vile thot is crossing thru my brain.   Like the dude yesterday driving his Jaguar convertible down Hefner parkway; he will rue the day he was driving drunk or pilled out or texting or whatever the hell he was doing to almost hit a guard rail three times before finally nailing it and hurling his piece of shit Jaguar fender at my Jeep.   Not only ...