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Mar 2016
"MY. . . MY!"...MOUTHS THE MIME

street mime farts
the illusion
gone with the wind

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The street mime looked like she had been shot but she recovered well and proceeded to mime a nasty smell wafting from her nether regions. My daughter was shocked as she "...didn't know womans ****....only Mummies!"

I was intrigued that she made a distinction between her mummy and other women...."Mummy isn't a womans...she's a mummy!" But then she thought about it and thought that other womans are mummies therefore....

And I said "Yes?" thinking she was going to close the circle and allow her mummy to be a womans as well...but:

"That means....that....other womans ****!" A child's logic can tie a father in knots....of laughter. . . that is.
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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