Last night, after Hannity; I decided to go outside while Donald Trump was blabbing on On the Record and my sister was blabbing on the phone. When outside, I called my dad and told him what he needed to be told: that I wish him and Cindi a miserable anniversary (June 20), and him a miserable Dad's Day. I slipped and told my mom, who was pissed. After she told me to go to my room (and I'm 21 for goodness' sake), I had the following conversation with her:
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Well; crap; I forgot to save the conversation. The point of it, meanwhile? Mom is not as successful as nothing-to-hide Kara Dioguardi, the martyrs such as Jan Hus and John Wycliffe (without whom she'd still be stuck in the Roman Catholic Church, and this time unsaved to boot), and those who want to stop Dad from hurting me and others.
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Well; crap; I forgot to save the conversation. The point of it, meanwhile? Mom is not as successful as nothing-to-hide Kara Dioguardi, the martyrs such as Jan Hus and John Wycliffe (without whom she'd still be stuck in the Roman Catholic Church, and this time unsaved to boot), and those who want to stop Dad from hurting me and others.
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