unbearably hideous drivel coated in super wisps of happy cool joy
Satan refuses my advances. Jerry Lewis thinks I'm just too dumb. Gary Busey called me "sexy... but wacky" just the other day. But you, faithful chinesetastian, must just think I'm super.
posted by blossom snakesworthy @ 6:32 PM
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I have found that the spinning top symbolizes all of existence insofar as the top is being kicked around by a frustrated toddler. Lately, upon reflection, I have also discovered the persistence of dramatic soliloquys in not only real life, but in televised dramas, House Committee meetings and Shakespeare. At the less than nubile age of 8, I became president of the canned ham tossing club, nee Pamela's Hamelas, local 718, Oxnard, Kansas, renaming it "The Pleasurist's Ovine Rememberance Klub (P.O.R.K.)." It has since disbanded, but, O! the memories.
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dear blossom,
beefday wonder - blessings upon thee.
sexy but wacky? up your hole, busey.
Lewis and Satan can suck it too,
'cause this 'tastian just hearts you
and I'll be here all week. thank you. thank very much. thank you for not f*cking me big time..
with saliva,
yer biggest and gr8est tasty fan.
what pleasantries! loads of appreciation-like chemical compounds and blossomy handshakes to you, fine kind 'tastian.
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