Saturday, March 28, 2015
Galit's Adventures In Utero
Gunfire has been my middle name, would say poor Galit if she were called upon to say what the flavour of her uterine life has been. I will forthwith, whatever that means says Mummy, write this column from Galit Chorney's unborn perspective.
We ran for our lives, says Mummy and escaped from bullets aimed at you, dear, will be her bedtime story to us children say Galit and co. the babies coming after her.
We ran for our lives, says Mummy and escaped from bullets aimed at you, dear, will be her bedtime story to us children say Galit and co. the babies coming after her.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Robinson Cruesoe forgot Man Friday
"I am Man Friday." She says, "Can I help you?" She is Man Friday, says daughter Galit Chorney her baby supposedly. She tries to help me. Man Friday was forgotten by Allan and his family who need to know her better in my opinion, says Galit supposedly. She likes to help. Could you get her washing dishes and scrubbing floors, Allan, like she offered Captain Small?
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