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| She remembered the last spanking she got from her dad. As she remembered this, she rubbed her bottom. It was as if she still felt the burning. She would keep that memory, as it taught her to be nice to others. Her memory took her forward to her high school prom. She remembered that beautiful pink dress that her father had bought her. At the prom, she recognized a boy that she really liked. However, her sister had the same feelings. When her sister saw her looking at that boy, she walked over and (accidentally ) spilt chocolate ice cream all over the front of her dress. She grabbed that memory, and threw that in the trash. |
| Her memory started moving through the years. Her memory stopped at meeting her husband. One night, she had gone out with her girlfriends, and upon returning home, there was an insurance salesman there. Her parents introduced them, and when she looked in his eyes, she knew she was in real Love. Three months later, they were married. She went out at night with him, to go to several appointments. She soon realized that most of them late night meetings were young women. She threw that memory in trash too. About a month later, she told her husband that he needed to stay home and find another job. He did, he became a CPA. |
| Little did she know that her husband and her puppy love were best of friends. She then begins to think of their first child, then becoming a grandmother. She remembered her first diaper change too. Poop. She still remembered the stink, held her nose shut, and put that thought in trash too. She had to remember to take the trash out when this was over. When she realized that the box was full, she took some tape and tape the lid shut. She took the box into the dining area, and sat the box in a chair. She then went into the kitchen to fix supper for her husband. |
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As she was preparing supper, the doorbell rang. There stood her puppy love. She could not turn him away, as they were friends now. He walked into the dining area and looked at the box in the chair. He picked it up and shook it. He asked her, “What’s in the box”? “My box of memories,” she said. “Can I look in it,” he asked. Sure, but don’t spill anything. He opened the box, and it was empty. Either I am blind, or she is going insane. He looked at her and said, “There is nothing in here”. She turned toward him with her hands on her hips and said, “Well does that tell you something”. It means, that you were not in my thoughts long enough to be in my memories. |
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| SONG: LADY |
| Ladies, if you have a memory that is not listed, be careful of which memory you choose to share with others. You know how women are. Gossip, Gossip, and Gossip. |
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