a few days into the no-posts drought i realize that fuck the format, again, and fuck everything else too, and fuck you and your mother. this is my house. this is my house. and you are just a bunch of bol weevils under that fancy mask of yours.
thats very funny, a fly marrying a bumble bee.
news vaccuum. it sounds pretty. i wonder if we could get a high-c out of it, if i make the bore just right. stay with me here.
dont run away!
also my work email is wstrad@citizensmemorial.com, please send lolcats there. please.
dont stay up all night worrying yourself; the medical profession is as amateur and mediocre and straight-up-wrong as your workplace, too. im glad i was able to assuage your concerns on this matter.
jerry's final thought: there are a lot of wetback transexual carnies out there, tossing my salad and hand-churning my cole-slaw, but in the end we all get along because we all die; dead people are easy to get along with.
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wow wes ....was this before or after you came in to see me at work ???? i fuckin love you man !
this was before! shegagoah. i think lillith's lair should really play up its classic gag-joke inventory. seriously dude, a fart whistle. fucking rock.
oh yea and wes the gag novelty stuff is all 50 percent off right now .
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