The Shotgun Girls




10423949_513783255398_3879708752926136856_n17 years ago, I made a promise to myself. I was 11, but for as long as I can remember listening to music has been a big thing for me. Garth Brooks was saying goodbye for a long while and all my dreams felt crushed that I wouldn’t see him in concert. I watched him play his last concerts on t.v. and decided when he came back to Oklahoma, I would go see him.

Years have passed and I probably made a hundred other promises to myself but those have all been lost in the wind. The only one that stuck was that I was going to see Garth in concert. I have even met the man and have the autograph to prove it but I haven’t heard him sing. Like thousands of others, I refreshed and waited and waited 3 hours and finally got tickets to see him. The luck of the draw, I managed to score 4 tickets to his last show made available in the nosebleed section, but I didn’t care. I was going to see Garth at 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night.

Everyone going on Saturday knew this would be tricky since he had a 7:30 and a 10:30 show. Colder than a well digger’s behind with the wind blowing, it felt like all of Oklahoma was standing outside the BOK center, but we managed to take it all in stride. Like us Okies are, we all chatted like we were friends and neighbors about how awesome this was going to be and waited out in the cold for over two plus hours depending on when you got there.

Outside the BOK CENTER

Playing two shows that night, they managed to reset in just 29 minutes after the first show. The 10:30 show started at Midnight and didn’t disappoint. Goosebumps were had by all as he rocked the house with old song after old song. The crowd went wild after every performance and sang along with every song. It was amazing. 17,500 fans all crammed in the BOK Center. My husband was amazed by how loud it was in the arena.

Singing The River

Along with getting to hear Garth do his thing, Trisha came out and sang In Another’s Eyes along with a couple others. We also got to hear Karyn Rochelle sing. She sings back up, but she is also a singer/songwriter that you should check out if you love Trisha’s songs. Georgia Rain was beautiful. Trisha walked off the stage but not before sealing the deal with a kiss from Garth which caused another round of applause.


Garth entertained us all. From the crowd right by the stage to up in the nose bleeds, we all felt so special. He would look at a section and they would shine their light on that area and the crowd would go wild. He had everyone’s attention. He joked about his guitar and how he only used it to cover his gut but he had one song he was going to use it on. Four notes and we all went nuts singing Friends in Low Places.

I am a thoughtful soul, so when If Tomorrow Never Comes came on it was emotional for me. The lights were down low. My husband’s arm around my shoulder while he sang right along with Garth, I just sat there and soaked it up. It was amazing and I feel so blessed to be able to be there with him and share such a special moment. I couldn’t ask for anything more than what I had right then.

There was an encore like all awesome concerts. He played Fever and the big ball the drummer was in spun while they played on moving runways while singing which is such a crazy amount of intense coordination and concentration I can’t wrap my head around.

The crowd was still roaring at the final bow. The show ended at 2:30 and just like in Cinderella when the clock struck 12, the magic disappeared. We made our way toward the exits. We grabbed our Garth Brooks and Trisha t-shirts which were only $25 a piece along with $45 hoodies with a free hat and $5 wristbands. All in all, it was one of the better well rounded concerts I have been to. Hardly anyone was rude. The lines were long but as quick as they could be, even the t-shirt lines weren’t bad. A good time was had by all. The only complaints were that we felt like we were so high we could touch the ceiling and needed safety belts for our chairs and well let’s face it, Garth could have played longer, but I don’t think I will ever get enough.


My 11 year old self is forever happy.

To see amazing pictures from his concerts, go to Tulsa World’s.

All pictures shown here taken by Kalamity.


Soothing Strings

From a couple of previous post, you may see where I still have my days of missing my Great Grandparents and especially my Grandpa who passed away a couple of  years ago.  He was a great man.  His influence on his family is still present to this day and I have no doubt will be for generations to come. His love of the Lord and playing music is woven into the very fabrics of our lives.

My heart aches some days at the memories I have and the times I wish could still be, but if there is one person I know who hurts from it more than I, it is my Dad. He’s changed from it and as much as I wish I could say it is for the better, some days we know it is not. I have no doubts on the foundation on which he stands on but sometimes I wonder about the walls he has constructed.

I found you in the strings.

I can’t sing. Never could. Mom says we have this monotone voice. As much as I try to sound Trisha, Faith, or Shania, I just can’t. Cats in the neighborhood run. But I have found that I can play the flute. Grandpa was so excited to have me play music with him. He would go back in the room and open up a music book and I would play the melody while he would play chords. He was always so patient and just happy to strum along. Sometimes he would sing along. I had forgotten about that part…

Until this past Saturday. I had been practicing some chords and know some of the notes on the guitar so I asked Dad about coming down and playing since Mom had to work. I took some of the music books I had and headed down there with the guitar and my flute. Unfortunately he didn’t have the strings on his acoustic but he broke out the electic guitar and said here check this out. While he was busy checking out something I strummed a few bars of Red River Valley and he came and we played some more of it together.

Before I knew what was happening, he was gushing about his laptop which I usually have negative feelings toward since this has become my Father’s best friend, but he showed me how you could record with it and set it down and we played Red River Valley.

I was so nervous. It had been so long since I had played and as much as I wanted it to be perfect, I couldn’t help but feel like I had an audience besides my Dad and I. I just kept thinking about Grandpa and how proud he would be to see his Son and Granddaughter doing something that we used to always do.

Just like Grandpa, Dad didn’t care that I was off beat. He didn’t care that I was all nerves. He was just happy to be playing.

He hit stop and we played it back and we couldn’t help but just laugh and smile at each other. We were so happy and proud of it. It doesn’t sound like anything special but it was us practicing for the first time just the two of us.  It was like applying salve to a wound, an itch that needed scratching.

I’m not looking for any critiquing but here is our first take:





Spider For Sale On Facebook- Posts Are Priceless

Some of you may know about the fantastic world of Facebook Resale pages. You have your junk, clothes, and even guns and ammo. Anything you could possibly want can be found in these pages. Someone gets a hankerin to start one for your county, town, city or even state and there are set rules on how to sell and buy the stuff. It gets down right serious and even ugly sometimes when someone doesn’t play by the rules. Luckily some people have a good sense of humor.

After work on this for a little bit I finally have something worth posting and for that matter pinning. This guy is hilarious.



P.S. The Orange and Black block is me.



Ike’s Downtown Pub and Eatery

This past weekend, I went down and saw the parents. The plan was to go to dinner, but as usual we never have anything set in stone until the last second when someone decides to be the voice of decision.

Lather, Rinse and Repeat.

Which I feel like it’s usually me unless someone else has their heart set on something….

After him-hawing around, the car was turned south down back roads towards Okmulgee. In true family tradition, we don’t know what quickest route is, only scenic. Maybe it’s the Sunday driver in us. My Mother isn’t of the same notion. Mama K prefers the quickest route between point A and point B. Dad is more of the pokie one. Which is fine because it explains my pokie-ness.

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We had passed by Ike’s a couple of weeks ago, when my pocket-book was a little lighter and they were closed for the holiday but this time they weren’t. We parked and rushed to get on the list. Seriously, there was no need for rush.  While there were plenty of cars outside and the place was packed, the wait wasn’t bad at all.

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Stuffed animals line the walls in their glass exhibits as you walk in. A pheasant, an alligator fixing to chomp on a bass, and then a few others like a bear when you walk in. One of the Managers said his mother punched him in the stomach over the alligator. He was a nice guy and kept the place ship-shape.

This guy kept me company while we waited to be seated.


Mom told us on the way there that we were to stay out of her dumplins. It wasn’t until the car ride home I figured out she was referring to the delicious fry bread. It looks like fried donut holes when it comes out with a little sprinkle of powdered sugar. You drizzle honey over it and it’s like a party in your mouth.

Along with the wonderful “dumplins”, we had an app of queso, salsa, and guacamole which was of course wonderful too. The kids really loved the queso.

Medium Rare

When the waitress came and placed our order, my sister and I both ordered the sirloin, medium rare. My parents both looked at us with astonishment that we would order it that way. We were raised to eat medium well, but that has changed. My sister has worked for a steakhouse so she knows how to order and as for me, my philosophy is that if you order it medium rare, more than likely they will cook it to medium and if they cook it any less, it should be perfect… unless its say purple inside. Sirloin tends to be a less tender cook so it’s best to not over cook it.

Dad had the rib eye and it was superb. The give you the au jus or juice to dip it in and it didn’t need it. None of the steaks did. They were seasoned to perfection and were the best steaks we have ever had.

Sided with a salad and sweet potato fries, there was no room for desert. If it had been possible, I could definitely see myself sitting there talking til closing time drinking a beer and just enjoying the atmosphere. A jukebox in the corner playing anything and I do mean anything. I heard a rap song, Dad played a couple of songs by the Eagles, and then Mr. Elvis Presley came on all while we were there.

If you ever have to go through Okmulgee, Oklahoma and are feeling hungry, don’t stop at the many fast food restaurants along the highway. Drive just a little further into downtown, you won’t be disappointed.

Here is their facebook page. The post often and looks like they have live entertainment.

It won’t be soon enough by the time I get to go back…

Thank you for reading,


Downtown Okmulgee. This picture doesn’t do it justice.



All picture were taken by me except the jungle book which I found here.





Cottonmouth Floats

I like all of God’s creatures; I just like some of them better stuffed. – Ramona Calvert, Hope Floats

I totally agree with you, Ramona. Snakes are definitely one of those creatures that are better stuffed or made into a pair boots. I know they have their place, but cottonmouths or water moccasins are just bad news. They are too curious and they stink to high heaven.

About a month ago, my husband and I went fishing at one of his many spots. I hadn’t had the pleasure of fishing at this one before and I didn’t have that pleasure this time either. For him, being a fisherman is kind of like being a golfer except instead of fishing in any kind of weather, it’s adapting to your surroundings whether it be fishing a pond, bluff, side of a cliff with rope tied around your waste… okay so maybe I exaggerate a little.

This particular time we were fishing by a small bridge on a very steep grade of loose gravel. The gravel was so loose that when he

View from the other side of the bridge
View from the other side of the bridge

told me to come down a little further by the water, my rear end met the gravel in an unfriendly way and I’m sure blooper-ish also. I decided that since I fell in this blessed spot, I would plant it there for the remaining of our stay.

While I got comfy cozy with a good size piece of gravel leaving an imprint in my backside, I, like many a patient fisher-person does, watched my cork for any signs of a big crappie. My husband was catching quite a few under the bridge and had caught another to add to the basket so I turned watching him take it off and he threw his limp lifeless minnow across me into the water to replace it with his next victim.

Bill Swindaman Photography: Carolina Low Country -Recent Travels &emdash; Cottonmouth (Water Moccasin) Swimming at Beidler Forest

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one watching him throw it. There was a 6 foot… alright, it was only 3 foot cottonmouth swimming towards the side of the bank to where he threw the minnow. Needless to say, I managed to find my grip and hauled myself up scaring him from getting the minnow. Luckily, he didn’t come back for it, but for the remainder of our stay, I kept my eyes peeled and kept imagining him laying not far just watching us… and waiting…

He would have made a lovely purse!


Thank you for reading,


Picture of the handsome man fishing and the lake provided by me.



Dinner at the Ranch- Oklahoma Rose

This is part of an ongoing tales I have written. In no way am I professional writer. I just love to write. If you want to read the other parts before this one please click here. Oklahoma Rose

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it.

~ Kalamity


“Why do you look so nervous?” I asked Perry. “You ain’t the one askin’.”
“I’m not nervous. I just feel a little hot in this shirt. Why did you have to dirty up my favorite one?” He whined.
“Really? You ain’t never had a problem with that shirt and it’ll wash.” I couldn’t help myself. First chance I got I had it wadded in my hand, but he saw me coming so I launched it off the porch. Worse than a girl.
I’m not sure what I expected when I went out to the Shotgun Girl ranch but I wasn’t expecting what I got. Kalamity was wearing a dress. I tried to keep my mouth closed but I was truly flabbergasted. Mama K gave me a big ole hug like I was her biggest fan and everyone was polite. I thought we would have a few odd looks for showing up unannounced and maybe witness what this crazy bunch did when noone was looking but this wasn’t what I pictured.
“Come on in.” Mama K welcomed me in. “Sit and stay for a spell. Would you like some beans and cornbread?”
I noticed that the table was set with 5 bowls and some silverware. It looked like some of them were getting ready to eat. Flowers were in a vase. Flowers? I wonder where those came from.
“I don’t want to intrude on dinner.” Looking from my Brother to Mama K and landing my eyes on Kalamity with raised eye brows.
“It’s no intrusion at all.” Kalamity said softly. “Let me go get Pops.”
She hustled past Perry and I out the door. She smelled divine. It wasn’t like the imported stuff them girls in town wore. Earthy and a touch of something wild like honeysuckle.
“Go ahead and sit. Are you hungry?” Mama K asked.
“Well sure. We’ve only ate some hardtack and jerky today so I’m not about to refuse one of my favorites.” I smiled.
“Here let me put them flowers in the vase with the others.”
“Looks like we picked them in the same spot.” I chuckled.
“Oh these? Mama K said working mine into the vase. “Kalamity picked these up today somewhere along the creek somewhere.” She kept her head down while she talked. Odd. Something was up but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Kalamity came in with Pops and they took up residence at the table. They managed to have just the right amount of place setting out and everything. “Should I make room for the other girls?” asked. Perry was being awful quiet and just kept glancing towards the door. Not his usual self at all.
“No. They already ate. Honey?” She asked.
“What?” I looked at her wondering why she called me Honey.
“Would you like honey on your cornbread?” My heart started again. “No thank you.”
We all passed around the groceries and started to eat when Ashley walked in to grab her pistol. Perry stood straight up nearly knocking his chair over. Luckily, I caught it.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. He looked like he was prepared for battle.
Ashley turned around and smiled. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”
“Well you came and grabbed your pistol.”
She laughed and walked out.
Perry turned around to us and apologized for his outburst. “I guess it just struck me funny.”
Kalamity spoke up. “No worries Perry. We have a range out back where we play poker. Ashley probably just needed her spare.”
What an odd conversation this was turning out to be. Perry just seemed to turn redder. We finished up our meal and it was cleared of the plates. Mama K said she needed to do dishes and Pops asked Perry if he would like to see the range. Seemed a little like they knew I wanted some privacy. Weird.


It got really quiet when everyone walked out. The room seemed to be producing heat or maybe it was just Tyler’s gaze.
“Mama K said you picked the flowers.”
“I did. I stopped by on my way from town earlierr..” He couldn’t have known. I was sneaky pretty sneaky. Covering my face with my mug to get a drink and get out of his steamy eyes.
“I bet that was a lovely view.” I coughed and sprayed coffee across the table.
He stood up fast before I could hit him with the mist of my coffee spray. “Are you okay?” He looked concerned and came around to my side. Grabbing Mama K’s towel to wipe the mess and pat me on the shoulders.
Choking from the inhalation of my coffee. “I’m… fine.” He patted me again and put the towel back.
“I think I’ve had enough coffee.”
“I think so too.” He smirked. He looked at me like the ole barn cat did when he had a fat mouse. Turning around, he rolled something in his hand on the table.
“So I was meaning to ask you something and I think you have an answer.”
Delighted with where this was going. He looked at me and said. “But I’m not going to ask you now.”
“You’re not?”
“I guess I don’t know what you are talking about.” He couldn’t possibly know. He’s just guessing.
“Well okay them. I need to talk to that Little Britches.”
Hurt, anger, jealousy, and surprise. I was good with poker face but this man just asked for my cards. I stood abruptly and hauled myself toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To get Little Britches!”
“Come here.”
Holding my ground and crossing my arms, I stood there.
“How about this? You just give me an answer.” He smirked.
“An answer to what???” I asked.
Standing he walked to the end of the table. “I think you know.”
“No I don’t. Now if you will excuse me, I must go get Little Britches for you.”
“Nevermind. Just go get Perry and we will be off.”
I ran out the door fuming at him. How dare he! I took off around the back to get Perry and smear on a smile.

It was way past dark when I came in. I took out my anger with my shotgun and then proceeded to hang out by the fire. Not my usual fire attire wearing my Sunday best but it would have to do. Damn him. Damn his lips. Damn his good looks. Damned if he thought I was going to admit to anything and damned if he thought I was going to say yes to going to a dance! Damn Damn Damn!!!
Noone asked what happened and I wasn’t about to tell. We walked in and Belle Starr lit a lantern and set in on the table.
“What’s this?” She said.
“What’s what?” I asked. Short tempered at the moment.
“Well come look for yourself Miss Hot Head.”
A folded piece of paper with a pretty rose rock placed on top sit innocently on the table.
“You are looking at it as if it were a snake.”
“Well it might be.” She eyed me.
“Are you just gonna stand there or see what it says?”
She started to reach for it but I snatched it before she could.
Holding the rose rock and paper close, I made my way to my room for the evening.



Ashley’s Homestyle Lite Ranch

I’ve had some friends asking for this recipe for quit a while now, so I thought I would finally share it with everyone. When I cook I find recipes and adapt them. I do A LOT of my cooking by taste. I know taste is very subjective, therefore I say take my recipes and make them your own. Add what you like, do what you think is good. Be adventurous in the kitchen, the only way you will become a better cook is by getting in there and do it!

I’m going to tell you, what I told the last friend I shared a recipe with…we are not fancy people great value is perfectly ok with me!


1 cup Light Sour Cream

1 cup Light Mayo (no miracle whip)

4 tbsp Buttermilk (add more if you want thinner ranch)

3 tbsp Pickle Juice (be careful with this, if you add too much your        ranch will taste like pickles)

1 palm full each of Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, and Dried Parsley

1/2 tsp of salt (really to taste)

pepper to taste (about half a palm full)


Add all ingredients into a drink sized Mason jar. Put lid on jar and shake until combined. Taste and add more of anything until it tastes just right to you! Remember don’t add too much pickle juice! and Enjoy 🙂


Resolve To Know More.

Resolve to know more. The theme of this year’s National Infertility Awareness Week. This week is very important to me. Every year since I received the diagnosis of “Infertility”, I have vowed to raise awareness and share all I can about this disease.

While I stare at my video monitor at a beautiful, healthy ten month baby boy peacefully dreaming away, I have to pinch myself, as if I am in my own dream. How did I get so lucky that I get to have this baby boy is in my life?

I try to forget about those painful years, but I can’t. All the doctor’s appointments, the tests, the blood work, the ultrasounds, the disappointment. The best way for me to raise awareness is to share my difficult, heartbreaking journey to motherhood.

Children were the furthest thing from my mind when I was in my early twenties. However, when I was married at age 22, I knew that I wanted children with my new husband. We decided the time was right a year and a half after we were married so we ditched the birth control and gave it a try. After about 6 months, I went to the doctor after not having a cycle for a few months, and she basically said, “come back when it’s been a year, here’s some pills to make you have a period.” I was frustrated and felt alone. That is when I started my own research. I used google every day, read blogs, became followers to TTCers on YouTube. I tracked my temperatures, cervical mucus, and any signs of ovulation. That is when I discovered I was not ovulating. After two doctors, tons of tests, 3 rounds of Clomid, 2 rounds of medicated IUI, and $7000, I was at my wit’s end. We were coming up on 2 1/2 years of trying and I had never felt so defeated.

I hated the comments from people. “If you would just lose ten pounds, I bet you would get pregnant” or “If you would just relax, it will happen.” My most favorite was “Why don’t you just adopt, everyone I know who adopted a baby, got pregnant right after!”. I dreaded going to baby showers or doing anything “baby related”. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for those who were expecting children or had children, but the pain and longing for my own was so deep, it made it difficult. I felt so alone, despite the love and support of my close friends, family and amazing husband. I cried almost every day. I prayed and wished on shooting stars. I was angry that my body could not do what it was it was SUPPOSED to do. I was afraid my husband would leave me because I couldn’t give him a child. As I write this, I fight back the tears from all the pain I felt during that time.

After falling into a deep depression after our last IUI failed, in early April 2012, I decided to make a change. I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (See my other posts about that horrible condition) which caused my infertility. After some lifestyle changes, I decided to see another physician, an OB that was recommended by other friends with PCOS. He gave it to me straight. I had less than a 5% chance of conceiving even with treatments because my PCOS was so bad. We decided to try 2 more rounds of medicated IUI’s before considering moving on to In-Vitro Fertilization. So in September 2012, we decided to jump in. I was very pessimistic, I had already had too many heartbreaks, why would this cycle be different.

The cycle I got pregnant with my little, I will never forget. I went into my cycle day 12 follicle check and once again, I didn’t have any sizable follicles. I was so disappointed. Then, that same day while I was in class, I found out a coworker was pregnant, and it took every bit of me not to lose it. On the way home, I cried, screamed, and prayed. I questioned God and asked him why I had to go through this! I just wanted a child, something so simple. I had done everything “right”. I had my life together and we were ready to accept the responsibility. It seemed so easy for everyone else. As I went into my last follicle check at 14 days, I was not hopeful. I had done way to many of these already. I know what happens. Then, the words I had waited for came out of the doctor’s mouth, “We have a good follicle, maybe two!”. By day 20, we were ready to trigger and get this show on the road. He reminded me that I still had less than 5% chance of conceiving, but I at least there was a little hope. Ten days later, I took a pregnancy test and for the first time, after over one hundred negative tests, I saw two lines. After over 3 years, I finally got my positive.

Remember when I said I questioned God why? Well, this is why. So I can provide hope. So I could share my story in hope that it may help someone like the numerous blogs I read helped me. The blogs I read, the vlogs I watched, and the forums I followed all helped me cope. When a person in the infertility community found out they were pregnant after 5 years of trying, I secretly celebrated with them. Or when someone made the heart-breaking decision to live child-free, I secretly mourned with them. It’s what got me through the roughest of times.

Resolve to know more. Inform yourself. If you know someone who is struggling with infertility, the greatest thing you can do is educate yourself properly. If you are struggling, seek out the many, many resources. I could have saved lots of money if I would have educated myself more in the beginning. Know your options. There are many ways to achieve the family you dream of. Be your own advocate. If you know someone who is struggling with infertility, do the same. All we really want is someone to listen. We don’t want unsolicited advice. By educating yourself, it shows us you care.

Raise Awareness. 1 in 8 couples are struggling with Infertility, yet we still act like it’s not a disease and it’s something that should be kept hidden. My insurance company told me they didn’t cover Infertility treatments because it was a personal choice to have children. That is so wrong. I didn’t choose to have this disease that prevents me from conceiving. I pay hundreds of dollars to a company, and when I really need them, they aren’t there to support me. Contact your representatives. Let them know that WE won’t be pushed aside anymore.

Lastly, the pain of infertility never goes away. Someone recently asked me why I cared so much about this cause, I had my baby, I should be happy. I will fight for this as long as Infertility is treated like it is today. What happens if I want more children? My doctor already told me I have less than a 1% chance of conceiving without fertility medication. That is always on your mind, my friends. A person without infertility is not limited to how many children she may desire to have, why should I be?

Thank you for sticking around and staying with me this long. My Infertility story was the best way for me to share with others the side of this disease that is not revealed very often. This journey will always be apart of my life, and while it was the toughest road I have traveled so far, it made me a stronger person and a better wife and mother in the end. And my journey is not over yet.

Start here by following these links. Educate yourself.

~ BelleStarr

Sinful Cherries and Chocolate Dump Cake


Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

What you need:

1 (21 ounce) can cherry pie filling

1 (16.5 ounce) can pitted dark sweet cherries

1 (18.25 ounce) package chocolate cake mix

Chopped Pecans


Turn back now if you don’t like butter… but you are missing out!!!


Take both your cans of cherries and dump them into the pan. I kindof swirled them together and spread the cherries around.




Sprinkle your cake mix on top. ALL OF IT. and then sprinkle with pecans. We love a lot, but the nephews not so much so we tried to leave the corners for them. 




I’m going to say this once so you better be paying attention. No matter if you use stick or out of the tub but you better be prepared to spread the love. In order for this to be scrumptious, you need to cover ever single area with butter. Trust me, you are only going to eat this every once in a while, but it is sooooo good.



Throw it in the oven. No, not literally.  Bake for 45 minutes until you get a good crusty top on it. If you think you may have burnt it, more than likely it will be great.




The Nephews along with all the grownups licked their bowls. It was soooo good.

Just a thought. If anyone is ever doing a zombie themed party or walking dead, I would recommend this. It just has that ooey gooey look. Cherries… and Chocolate… MmMMMMM!!!





And then you are probably gonna want a nap.


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