Saturday, September 15, 2007

1919

Words of pure outline. But they were words, right? Wondering if I should grip now. Wife always comes home if I decide to grip. If my wife is ever lost in a plane crash or natural disaster, I'll just duck into the nearest bathroom and start stroking the sausage.

Guarantee she'll turn up in a few minutes, bits of smoldering fuselage in her hair, and say, "Hey, what are you doing in the bathroom?"

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