Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


The 12-steps of Prissy Anonymous

Me: Hi, I'm AoM and I'm Prissy.
Group: Hi, AoM.
Facilitator: AoM, when did you recognize you were prissy?
Me: Well, it started at my 20th class reunion when all the guys told me I was prissy in high school. Even the boys I didn't know well, agreed. Then, tonight, it was confirmed for me when I went to Starbuck's and ordered a venti zebra mocha frappacino with no whipped cream.
Group: *muttering agreement*
Facilitator: Well, AoM, you're at the right place. The first step in recovery is recognizing that you've got a problem.


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