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Originally posted by CrimsonTide4
Girl, Richard served grits every morning in the winter and I hated them. I would put them in my mouth but on the way to the bus stop I would spit them out every morning. You could see a TRAIL OF GRITS for months. CTFU. Nasty thangs.
For the evening meals, I would keep a napkin in my lap and put the nasty isht there OR put it in my mouth and then go to the bathroom and spit it out.
Uhhhhhh I hope my mom is not reading this. 
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= Mrs. CT4 calling b/c she gonna come and whup you!!