A tanker of chicken guts had overturned on Route 7 some weeks earlier, and the road still reeked of it. Asphyxiation is poetic but boring. Distance is no object.
In short: am I unwilling to sell the car because I still love it, because I still need it, or because you're not the boss of me, Tim Geithner? It cost 50 cents for the blank canvas from Goodwill. I have to ask why are we focusing on the issue of money?
I was monogamous once. Never ONCE in your life having reached your delicate little texting fingers down between your legs and, well, typed out a few instant messages to yourself? I am dilating my vagina three times a day religiously at 6:00 am, 2:00 pm, and 10:00 pm.
Ever had thought of being drizzled with yummy and then just being devoured? Yes, but. They'd left the turkey, and taken all the beer.
These words may hang around on the edge of the blogosphere, like landfill. Because engaging in hyperbole is easy and fun.
It has come to my attention I am a really funny person. I thought ‘Sex Offender?’
Never. Ever. Hang your daughter’s softball pants from your radio antenna!
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