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"They like to nap."
That's 'cause Blair slipped the little monsters half an Ambien apiece. It's so much more convienent than parenting.
Katie,
I'm not from down there nor do I live there, but isn't it Mammoth Lake, as in singular?
"ate turkey and all the trimmings, and watched 'Nacho Libre.' Such a silly, funny movie."
Does Blair like to wear tight, stretchy pants for fun, too?
Dale, I jumped on this one, too. Since "youth pastor" is all too often the code for either "closet homosexual" or "paedophile", I can only imagine just what Baby Bro Blair was "leading them into"... as likely as not, a good ol' session of split the unseeded bun...
I actually think this episode of CT was ghost written. I mean it's the first time in months she hasn't begged for us all to pray for her.
blair wears quacker factory sets that are equally shameful. it's those stretchy pants coordinated with matching tops and body murals. truly creepy.