Beans, beans, the magical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. So eat your beans at every mean.
Beans, beahs, they're good for your heart. The more you eat, the more you phart. The more you phart, the better you feel. So eat your beans at every mean.
Not so magical anymore, huh?! Well, be sure the Bug knows from whence the rhymes arose.
Bug is now two. My how time flies. And I'm about to be a homeowner. Scary stuff. I adore my husband, my Bug, and my stepdaughter. I wish my brother would move up here from Los Angeles, but since he's in grad school, I guess that won't be happening anytime soon. And my friends are the best kind of family a girl could ever have.
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J will be very happy to hear this. Nothing is quite as terrifying for him as when I say "I had a burrito for lunch".
Enough said.
By Auntie Sassy, at 4:37 PM
Beans, beans, the magical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So eat your beans at every mean.
Beans, beahs, they're good for your heart.
The more you eat, the more you phart.
The more you phart, the better you feel.
So eat your beans at every mean.
Not so magical anymore, huh?! Well, be sure the Bug knows from whence the rhymes arose.
By MonkeyGurrrrrl, at 3:57 PM
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