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Precious Rant

No musical grand finale or nuthin', just podventing really. It's easier that way sometimes, and also the podcast thing is addictive. Sorry.



Here's the real story without all of my bitching and moaning.

Too busy griping and rambling, I didn't even mention Precious Doe's real name when it was finally found out - Erica Michelle Maria Green. Here she was still intact from back before the, ahem, accident.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 7, 2008 at 4:18 PM

    All joking aside, thanks for not kicking me in the head.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 7, 2008 at 10:19 PM

    You're welcome. Mom did hide the hedge clippers, though. :-)

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  3. Diane J StandifordOctober 8, 2008 at 1:00 AM

    You have such a kind, strong voice. Very sexy. Er, the kid, horrible...evil among us.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 8, 2008 at 2:06 AM

    Diane, "sexy" coming from you of all people makes me feel good somehow. Weird, huh? And what kid? Oh yeah, horrible. I got all distracted for a moment there with a compliment, not so used to that. It is a sad story, and now day two from what I've heard Mom say on the stand it just gets worse.

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  5. LouOctober 8, 2008 at 8:58 PM

    What a sad horrible story. It just leaves you speechless.

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  6. LuminaOctober 11, 2008 at 11:24 PM

    I must be honest, I listened for just a bit...the story is just too horrible for me to stomach. But I did listen to a good couple of minutes or so...enough to say DOUG! You are getting good at your Pods! Soooooooooooooooooooo natural and relaxed. Every time you do one, makes me think I gotta do another sometime too...and I will...just too lazy these days.

    Happy Weekend!

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  7. AnonymousOctober 12, 2008 at 2:32 AM

    I really hope you do more podcasting, Lumina. You always have an excellent message to share (unlike me, I'm not in denial about that) and your voice is sooooo soothing! Too many s's and o's in that last sentence, but yeah. Wish you might.

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