We are getting old here at the Calabasas Chronicle as we do not understand why anyone would dress their children, let a lone a baby in shirts with the world "Pimp Squad" emblazoned across the front. But, that's just us.
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We are getting old here at the Calabasas Chronicle as we do not understand why anyone would dress their children, let a lone a baby in shirts with the world "Pimp Squad" emblazoned across the front. But, that's just us.
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When I first moved to the area four years ago, I misidentified half the people I saw in Gelson's and Ralph's. I am sincerely not being sarcastic when I thought half the women were porn movie actors out doing their weekly shop. Come to find out they're just parents.
One particularly precious memory I hold is of a cute 10-year old or so boy in all his baseball gear, ready for the big game. Next to him was his Mom. Fake tits, puffed lips, and low slung juicy couture sweat pants emblazoned with juicy across the ass. No one seemed to see anything slightly 'off' with that picture. I continue to be amazed.
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