A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of contacting her dearly departed grandmother. The psychic’s eyelids begin fluttering, her hands float up above the table, and she begins moaning. Eventually, a coherent voice emanates saying, “Rosa? Are you there?”
The woman, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat, responds, “Grandmother? Is that you?”
“Yes [...]
Archive for November 9th, 2007
Nov9
Medium - or just middle-sized?
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