My sister is on vacation and her tits are on fire. That must really suck. I'm depressed because it's Saturday. No Teletubbies. My fish died. It might have been because Pussy ate him, but I can't be sure. Billy came over and poured salt in my wounds. I'm totally coherent. I laced my beer with heroin and I'M LIKE A ROCKETSHIP TO THE MOON. I come from a broken home, but I saved a few pieces. I want a girlfriend. And a pony. And a new fish. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I must think of a children's sermon. Maybe something about lesbians.
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Your blogs rock my face off.
I'm so sorry I rocked your face off. Have you tried reattaching it?
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