Monday, March 1, 2010

I Missed You Too

There's something fuzzy on your breath. And if you were frozen I would not thaw you. Why would I steal your identity, DeWitt? You're like a giant Twinkie vomiting raw pork all over this blog. I bet when you wake up you kiss a portrait of Stalin while stray cats tumble out your underwear.

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