Kicked. (Last of the 8 lines)

* Last of the 8 line posts spurred by this one >> 8 mm.


Love affair with Texas Ranger = kicked.

Dependence on boob umbrellas = kicked (Can we say like leather?).

Ingestion of multiple pain pills = kicked.

Preoccupation with the FrankenPussy = kicked… well maybe one last look.

Scheme to cheat on posts by posting only 8 lines for over a month = kicked.

The year 1995 = the last time I used the word kicked.

Postpartum Depression/Anxiety = getting my boots on for kicking it.

My pity party’s keg = so kicked.








8 responses to “Kicked. (Last of the 8 lines)”

  1. MommaKiss says:

    Today I kicked a kitten.

    Just kidding!


  2. Venus says:

    Chuck Norris would be proud? 🙂 I’m sorry to see the 8-liners go, I’ve been really enjoying them. Part of me loves them so much I’m almost considering doing them for the month of December. However, while imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I’m way too much of a blabbermouth to actually limit myself to 8 lines. Ah well.

  3. I tried to kick myself in the butt today.

    Hope all’s well with ya and the kids!

  4. January says:

    You are kick ass.

    Loved the 8 liners.

  5. Yo! My breath is kicking right now, like Jean Claude Van Dam. It’s the morning. Morning breath is never fun. So glad you kicked it, in so many ways.

  6. Jennefer says:

    I expect nothing less of you my lovely friend.

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