( 11:57 PM )
The following handwritten letter was recently found on the steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Thanks for licking my toes last night and putting up with my balloon farts. Man, what a day I had. First a forklift held me up at the post office and I was almost stabbed at gunpoint. Then it was like East Side Story outside when the rival gangs The Dolphins battled the The Airplanes. Sadly my tooth-mobile made from dental floss was cracked, and my jar of toenail clippings smashed in the street—stupid pigeons ate a lifetime of my precious cuticle babies. I’m so distraught I may hang out with Edward Piddlepenis, Peter Cocknballs, and Dick Shaftmaster to plant those cum trees they’ve been gently coaxing me into. Haven’t heard anything from Larry Gitis or spotted the invisible fat man around lately.
I’ve got us tickets for Piercing Roadshow if you want to tag along,
Kristin
Song Of The Day:
“Rumble” Link Wray 1958
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