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Posted by The Red Devil
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Friday, March 13, 2009
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You know it's going to be carnage. It's mayhem and chaos. It's the smell of blood and screaming. It's a full on assault to the senses, the kind of experience that you'd need years of therapy for.
It's going to be epic. You can see seven out of ten biblical plagues unleashed on an unsuspecting world. Frogs. Think frogs. Lots of frogs. There's going to be frogs everywhere. Frogs and screaming squeamish girls atop chairs and other flat surfaces.
You can almost hear the arguments and the doors slamming. You can almost taste the burn of whiskey down your throat and the hangover you'll be getting the day after. You can hear the crying, the sobbing; you can feel the frustration and you can hear the sound of hearts breaking.
It's the first time you've ever seen her. It's the first time that you've met but you know deep down in your heart, this little bundle of pink flesh wrapped in blankets will have the power to destroy you. Yet, you love her for it and you pledge your unconditional love to her. She holds your finger and you know you're done for. Your daughter is born.
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This is dedicated to all daughters who have become wives and mothers and who have daughters of their own too. For all the fathers in the world who have daughters.
It's going to be epic. You can see seven out of ten biblical plagues unleashed on an unsuspecting world. Frogs. Think frogs. Lots of frogs. There's going to be frogs everywhere. Frogs and screaming squeamish girls atop chairs and other flat surfaces.
You can almost hear the arguments and the doors slamming. You can almost taste the burn of whiskey down your throat and the hangover you'll be getting the day after. You can hear the crying, the sobbing; you can feel the frustration and you can hear the sound of hearts breaking.
It's the first time you've ever seen her. It's the first time that you've met but you know deep down in your heart, this little bundle of pink flesh wrapped in blankets will have the power to destroy you. Yet, you love her for it and you pledge your unconditional love to her. She holds your finger and you know you're done for. Your daughter is born.
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This is dedicated to all daughters who have become wives and mothers and who have daughters of their own too. For all the fathers in the world who have daughters.
