schecki, etc.

The Messiah was holding the little girl's pet bunny, hugging it to his cheek with the big back feet swinging free. He was gloriously drunk. "Know what?" Josh said. "I love bunnies. They toil not, neither do they bark. Henceforth and from now on, I decree that whenever something bad happens to me, there shall be bunnies around. So it shall be written. Go ahead Biff, write it down." --Lamb, Christopher Moore

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

start, already

quick fucking with me, body.

we have this same conversation every month.

every month

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