Words from the "things you didn't think you'd ever say" Vault.

lunarmama
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Joined: 06/01/2006

"Honey, cats don't go in the oven".

Wanna add yours? I know you've got them!

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miss phoenix
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ha!

some recent ones:

"no, we can NOT jump out the window onto that snowman."
"can you please stop pinching my nipples?!"
and
"please stop trying to feed your boogers to our ratty pets. because they don't eat boogers, THAT'S WHY!"

denessasma
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Joined: 12/28/2005
ha ha the nipple thing

ha ha the nipple thing carlisle just randomly sticks her hands down my or my moms shirt and feels us up.then whenw e say those are my boobs what are you doing? she says "share boobs?" whats funny is i pumped her milk she was never on the boob. just natural i guess.

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Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind~~Dr.Seuss

ascedarleaf
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Joined: 10/21/2006
Please quit sticking your finger in ....

the cat's butt.
No he doesn't need your help he can clean it himself.

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miss phoenix
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sometimes i wish this was like facebook,

so i could click "likes this".

i'm cracking up right now at the silly indignities our pets suffer at the hands of our crazy damn toddlers!

Glamorous
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Joined: 12/28/2009
"It is thirteen degrees. You

"It is thirteen degrees. You have to wear your shoes to the bus stop. No, carrying and wearing are not the same." --spoken to a sixteen-year-old high school junior.

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Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. ~Austin O'Malley

Domesticated Ho...
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my two year old son was

my two year old son was digging in his father's school bad. I was telling him not too, that his dad was going to be mad if he keeps playing with his stuff. My boy gets up, wanders from room to room and comes back to the bag, and starts rifeling through the bag again. I say, " No, stop going through the bag, I said no! Thats Daddys bag and he doesn't want you in it!" And thats when my boy who I keep forgetting isn't just a baby says in a whiny, nasaly voice," Is okaaaaaaay! Hes busy doing some fing else!"

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