Mildred Ratched Memoirs: Rolling Stones

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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

And NOTHING will ever kill Keith Richards...

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Mildred Ratched: Born and raised in Maine, but now suffers from severe culture shock along the Redneck Riviera. Started life being the proud poster child for birth control (1960’s) Then dubbed a Flying Fickle Finger of Fate recipient and Blue Ribbon Black Sheep (1970’s – 1990’s) Her last and most prestigious accomplishment was becoming a highly regarded member of The League of the Ridiculously Obscure, HRH, the most exalted troglodyte and saucy tart extraordinaire (2000 – Present) Mildred is an otherwise typical peace-loving, semi-mature hippie, devout hedonist, agnostic heathen, amateur blogger, aspiring writer and wannabe artist, nature lover, devoted pet owner and animal lover, (especially black sheep and underdogs), jack-of-all-trades, but the master of none, skillful chain-yanker in search of witty banter and indecent proposals. (aka) Red Kitten and Queen Ovaltine in the blogosphere.

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